<?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-25352083</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:24:30.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived | From Hell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-759712724858379707</id><published>2010-10-17T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:57:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder whether life is as difficult as it seems. Or as easy as it seems. From what I heard in Singapore, before you get to enjoy any part of your life, you gotta really work your ass off to a point that it becomes something else totally than working hard for enjoyment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I've always have dreams and I don't stop dreaming after I fulfilled my dream. Say I've always see myself as a successful financial manager. Look at me now. I'm already working towards my goal. I'm helping my family mange their investments and such. After I've done this, the next dream came tumbling in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the stressful load of work, school, play and friends, I now really look forward giving myself a nice peaceful moment of tranquility in a countryside cafe with the girl that I really loved. This is my dream #1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream #2 is that I always get jealous whenever I see couples walking past me. One may ask if you wanted a mate so badly, why don't you go ahead and get one? My answer: I don't want another disappointed girl. I'm not good with the ladies, simply put it. I don't know what they want, what they don't. I've no idea what they need, what they don't. This may seem more like cowardly but, everyone in the world knows I'm not shy with the opposite gender. There is this one girl that I couldn't stop  but to fall for her. Till now I still couldn't shake her out of my mind. However, there's nothing I could do now as she'd got a guy beside her already. All I could do is to watch her from afar and wish her the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I digress so far from my main topic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-759712724858379707?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/759712724858379707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/759712724858379707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-wonder-whether-life-is-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6399648149782355524</id><published>2010-03-01T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:08:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being true to yourself. Takes courage. &lt;div&gt;Not wanting to do and yet the limbs act on it's own will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this being True to yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to live like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6399648149782355524?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6399648149782355524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6399648149782355524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-true-to-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7419967236107129198</id><published>2010-02-18T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:18:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Mr Peh says  my posts requires only a measly few seconds to read, I decided to post something so long that it hurts the eye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I've got no idea what to post. That's the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7419967236107129198?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7419967236107129198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7419967236107129198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-mr-peh-says-my-posts-requires.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7789669505471151240</id><published>2010-02-17T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:21:56.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SIMPLICITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; is founded by some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CRACKPOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; who simply have nothing better to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's that. Going through Chinese New Year with &lt;b&gt;no new resolutions&lt;/b&gt; for the new year. Preparations for the final showdown on Monday is getting along the way with little difficulties. &lt;i&gt;Hope it stays that way&lt;/i&gt;. Went to vivian's house for some&lt;b&gt;nothing-better-to-do&lt;/b&gt; session. How fun can it get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Class Gonna's Fly Separate Ways, Too Soon For Anyone To Grasp The Reality Behind It.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriousness never seems to get the better of me. I wonder how useless can he get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta go for the CITY ALIVE with WeiQin. Anyone wanna come along please gimme a call cause I'll be getting the tickets soon enough. It's a DANCE PARTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Details:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 YEARS &amp;amp; ABOVE ONLY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pit Building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 p.m to 4 a.m&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets at only $20 for non passion members. $15 for passion members&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come and join us if possible. Because two is good but &lt;strong&gt;three or more is always better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7789669505471151240?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7789669505471151240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7789669505471151240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplicity-is-founded-by-some-crackpots.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3996829708773223083</id><published>2010-02-14T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:54:40.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;GET GPA 4.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;GET A DECENT PERMANENT JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;GET A GIRLFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;THIS IS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3996829708773223083?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3996829708773223083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3996829708773223083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-resolution.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7293761656863766439</id><published>2010-02-12T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:55:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This Is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7293761656863766439?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7293761656863766439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7293761656863766439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6998612189131541553</id><published>2010-02-10T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:29:26.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CRS-CLEARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IDEAS-CLEARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday- MOB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- ITAB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wootology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6998612189131541553?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6998612189131541553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6998612189131541553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/crs-cleared-ideas-cleared-thursday-mob.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3505082486380407508</id><published>2010-02-09T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:22:27.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IDEAS ITAB CRS MOB.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE THING THEY HAVE IN COMMON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THEY FUCKING FALL IN THE SAME WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3505082486380407508?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3505082486380407508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3505082486380407508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/ideas-itab-crs-mob.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7280808451876660826</id><published>2010-02-08T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:09:47.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM SO PISSED WITH MYSELF FOR NOT GOING INTO THE BAK KUT THE FOUNDER WHEN THERE's NOT A SINGLE SOUL INSIDE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SORRY PEEPS. I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7280808451876660826?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7280808451876660826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7280808451876660826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-so-pissed-with-myself-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1854744947721817061</id><published>2010-02-06T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:23:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OverFlooded with assignments and test and all sorts of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1854744947721817061?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1854744947721817061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1854744947721817061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/overflooded-with-assignments-and-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1672236210989902370</id><published>2010-02-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:04:59.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I literally hug a watermelon from Singapore Polytechnic all the way to the train, on the train, the bus to my house and finally my house. How interesting the way those infidels looked at a young man carrying a watermelon home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1672236210989902370?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1672236210989902370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1672236210989902370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-literally-hug-watermelon-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4455641457432594788</id><published>2010-02-03T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:42:39.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I'm such a good liar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Enjoy, Playing With Fire by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 19px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;N-Dubz ft. Mr Hudson.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0QFLZCH3FI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0QFLZCH3FI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4455641457432594788?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4455641457432594788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb5GxZEZvt8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me something about all the above that's so nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3979365835800096885?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3979365835800096885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3979365835800096885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-something-about-all-above-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3923559185957015809</id><published>2010-02-01T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:37:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to GunBound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3923559185957015809?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3923559185957015809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3923559185957015809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-gunbound.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7019864282832511534</id><published>2010-01-31T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:02:32.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7019864282832511534?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2FlC2ONcgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/A77fULF4mfo/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2FlC2ONcgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/A77fULF4mfo/s320/Photo0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431733725174788610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some random photos again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5327445808755391974?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5327445808755391974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5327445808755391974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-random-photos-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2FlEqL3KTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3T3TlS4StuE/s72-c/Photo0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3368277498001152488</id><published>2010-01-27T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:34:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL-V-zx2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DHcXQxk-oZ0/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL-V-zx2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DHcXQxk-oZ0/s320/Photo0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431424685033375586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL-K17gNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b_yMkrPLU_s/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL-K17gNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b_yMkrPLU_s/s320/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431424682043343058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL9voZY8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HOQ1M4m01eg/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL9voZY8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HOQ1M4m01eg/s320/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431424674738824130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Accident happened under my house. Took some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3368277498001152488?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3368277498001152488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3368277498001152488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/accident-happened-under-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S2BL-V-zx2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DHcXQxk-oZ0/s72-c/Photo0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4832369994580998110</id><published>2010-01-26T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:43:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S18LAPdWDMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0BOS0E3K-g/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S18LAPdWDMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0BOS0E3K-g/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071774409624770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S18K_9nAanI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a11zPOkzQaE/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S18K_9nAanI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a11zPOkzQaE/s320/Photo0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431071769618311794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos taken by me while i was walking home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4832369994580998110?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4832369994580998110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4832369994580998110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-random-photos-taken-by-me-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/S18LAPdWDMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0BOS0E3K-g/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2314896794484435601</id><published>2010-01-25T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:07:35.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being true to yourself is like looking yourself naked in the mirror. &lt;div&gt;At first when you're young and don't know how to lie, you wear nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when you decide to lie for the sake of goodness, you put some underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which the more lies you made, the more cloths you put on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UNCOMFORTABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2314896794484435601?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2314896794484435601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2314896794484435601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-true-to-yourself-is-like-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5715730511271127884</id><published>2010-01-25T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:12:16.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If a baby can take out it's very first step into life, why can't we take ours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5715730511271127884?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5715730511271127884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5715730511271127884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-baby-can-take-out-its-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2151106212552531958</id><published>2010-01-22T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:01:52.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed every step i took because i know I'm still alive when i take the next step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2151106212552531958?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2151106212552531958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2151106212552531958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-enjoy-every-step-i-took-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7735560772121265967</id><published>2010-01-21T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:45:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If the sky drop a stack of cash would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you do otherwise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7735560772121265967?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7735560772121265967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7735560772121265967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-sky-drop-stack-of-cash-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7748049467134897094</id><published>2010-01-20T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:58:48.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're always pros and cons when it comes to taking the train in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The Pros:&lt;br /&gt;The various poly girls are hot and they're sticking like next me? I must thanks fate for that.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed that's the only pro about taking the train in the morning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Cons: &lt;br /&gt;Some fucking retarded simply like to play squeeze-the-people-inside-the-train game. It is either they have got no brains or they are simply playful.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one is it.&lt;br /&gt;Another Con about taking the train is that they like to keep you by their side. &lt;br /&gt;Meaning that they don't seem to like it when you alight, seems like they will miss you alot. Then when all the emotions coming in, they decide to do one thing they think is the best. Send some fat ass to block the train the door. Good job well done. Caused me to alight at Buona Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation Multifolded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7748049467134897094?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7748049467134897094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7748049467134897094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/therere-always-pros-and-cons-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3728177644920758918</id><published>2010-01-18T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:36:54.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fixed modem adapter. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Siang Pin for the long and tedious trip and the teh-c ice.&lt;br /&gt;Been through and over with it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing. It's a waste to waste my day just like that. &lt;br /&gt;I wish the someone was there with me to enjoy with me and share my happiness and sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3728177644920758918?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3728177644920758918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3728177644920758918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/fixed-modem-adapter.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-259640022041065634</id><published>2010-01-15T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:49:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just like any other day though. &lt;div&gt;Nothing out of the blue happened or something like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No point commemorating over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I did send a question without expecting a reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-259640022041065634?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/259640022041065634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/259640022041065634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-just-like-any-other-day-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7288766435828356132</id><published>2010-01-15T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:29:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to read books!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone gimme something to read?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7288766435828356132?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7288766435828356132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7288766435828356132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-read-books-someone-gimme.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5017827064501165617</id><published>2010-01-12T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:53:02.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the..?&lt;div&gt;We had fun playing block-catching right inside SPSB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it sure brought back old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song by Avril, so much illustrated how people nowadays forget the word " APPRECIATE ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, Innocence By Avril Lavigne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" height="35" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=41082870&amp;amp;path=2010/01/12&amp;amp;mycolor=111111&amp;amp;mycolor2=99CCCC&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=219&amp;amp;oh=35"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/41082870" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5017827064501165617?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5017827064501165617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5017827064501165617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4847197372776058660</id><published>2010-01-10T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:32:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You should stop complaining and learn to appreciate everything around you. &lt;div&gt;If you stop your pace, take a deep breath and look around you, you'll find that not all things are as bad as what they seem to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Beauty isn't beautiful when there's no one appreciating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4847197372776058660?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4847197372776058660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4847197372776058660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-should-stop-complaining-and-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5654188564587921002</id><published>2010-01-09T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:51:21.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a stunningly peaceful saturday afternoon. &lt;div&gt;Beautifully perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5654188564587921002?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1649102972349589872?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1649102972349589872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1649102972349589872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-who-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3405541579923147870</id><published>2010-01-04T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:36:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The stare he gave her is of such brutal coldness, so much so that it might have just froze her from the inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3405541579923147870?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3405541579923147870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3405541579923147870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/stare-he-gave-her-is-of-such-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7082478882511365758</id><published>2009-12-31T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:01:09.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 13 months of delusional wishing that she could be mine, &lt;div&gt;all's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Next Time Our Eyes Met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Would Be The Last Breath I Take On Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7082478882511365758?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7082478882511365758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7082478882511365758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-13-months-of-delusional-wishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-9041597088611269380</id><published>2009-12-31T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:55:22.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;失恋的感觉真不爽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-9041597088611269380?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9041597088611269380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9041597088611269380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8293267481121836776</id><published>2009-12-30T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:18:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extra-Fortified Traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;No anger, no disappointment, no anguish. Just plain shock.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the fact came to me too late and landed upon me so heavily that i felt nothing but shock.&lt;br /&gt;After i regained my composure, then i realize that i made a grave mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I did not take any actions. &lt;br /&gt;Then all the feelings started to flood in like a hurricane-brought tsunami. &lt;br /&gt;It was a total knock-out for me.&lt;br /&gt;If only i was one step faster, maybe, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Now as i see it, i couldn't take it and had to run away from it because it can tear apart my heart by just seeing or hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find words to describe how fucked up i am feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one but me is to be blamed for it.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has sunk to the depths of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed now.&lt;br /&gt;Let's give up for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation multi-folded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8293267481121836776?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8293267481121836776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8293267481121836776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/extra-fortified-traumatized.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2707341943244704664</id><published>2009-12-25T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:06:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to our christmas gathering @ new majestic hotel the last few days. Total disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;They changed our room without having the courtesy to tell us beforehand. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because another guest booked it and, while we booked it like say a few days ago when the staff says it's still available. Until the retardeds there decides that we are not guests so our room is given away to some other random people "needs it more than we do"&lt;br /&gt;The answer we got when we question them can something be done about it, "erm, i'm very sorry cause the guest have already checked in so it would be inappropriate to tell them to change room." stop and ponder, oh so it is appropriate to change our room then?&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is, after all the above incidents, the hotel decides to compliment us a bottle of wine. ok, so we order the staff to bring the bloody wine up at. guess how long to took for the staff to climb 3 stories?&lt;br /&gt;8 full-fledged hours.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew the staff went for a marathon with the wine. why? maybe it'll taste better after the run. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing, the door incident. The door FUCKING BROKE ON IT'S OWN YOU MOTHERFUCKER. But how come we get to enjoy paying another $200 for the door? did they even investigate? 200 bucks ain't little you know? elton open the door and it SIMPLY fall apart. do we have to bear responsibility for it? It's just like if your mother died during giving birth is it your fault? damn it.&lt;br /&gt;200 bucks for a piece of wood that fall off from the door. Good job well done, New Majestic. ended up our cost multiplied by 1.6x.&lt;br /&gt;What a GOOD way to start our christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2707341943244704664?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2707341943244704664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2707341943244704664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-our-christmas-gathering-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1765646592908712172</id><published>2009-12-21T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:37:30.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vexation. Someone is bothering me deep down but i've got freaking no idea who or why?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream and shout and try my best to burst my freaking throat at a beach. &lt;br /&gt;Something is so cooped up within me but i never seem to figure what the fuck it is. &lt;br /&gt;Someone save me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to murder my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is my 200th post. Grats. Of which nearly 80% of the post are of the most negative messages brought to the public by myself. What have gotten into me? Someone say i used to be that jovial and kind and lovely. Now, pessimistic, cruel, solidarity. Who's the someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i enjoy being alone. whereas i used to feel uncomfortable without someone around. a friend or family or some whatever people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel so relaxed and refreshing whenever there's no one to bother me. I put on an act whenever i'm with anyone. i laugh and cry and go crazy with them, but i don't really feel accomplished or anything. i felt nothing. I think i'm my soul is DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guessed something screwed me up today. That's why all the direct-from-the-heart confession about my what i felt till today the day my physical being is the only thing alive in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation mutli-folded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1765646592908712172?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1765646592908712172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1765646592908712172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/vexation.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1677729990581658579</id><published>2009-12-21T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:44:38.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is lame. &lt;br /&gt;24th - 25th Party with classmates at New Meridian hotel if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;25th - 25th Having a party with some overseas friends who have came down personally to Singapore, thanks for that!&lt;br /&gt;28th - 30th Supposed to go to Jeann's chalet but still pending.&lt;br /&gt;31th - 1st Planning to go to somewhere for countdown. Most properly alone. And pending as well. All invitations all open. If you get what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy holidays. yet none of them are academically beneficial. the best i could figure out from all this activities is emotional achievement and strengthen friends bonding.&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense am i sprouting about. if only you could get what i meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Alone suddenly feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1677729990581658579?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1677729990581658579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1677729990581658579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-9161390049217307962</id><published>2009-12-19T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:53:18.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One fine thing i forget to do. Some last minute christmas shopping. OMFG. Super broke. Don't even know if i can afford to go for CHALET And HOTLEL party at new-blah blah hotel. Alamak. Desperate need some funds for some prank making session. &lt;br /&gt;Every now is about money, where the saying goes, " no money no talk ". &lt;br /&gt;Next thing is to find a decent job. Best if it is the midnight shift type so that i can work on weekdays. Damned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-9161390049217307962?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9161390049217307962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9161390049217307962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-fine-thing-i-forget-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7391538420318874456</id><published>2009-12-17T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:20:09.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook is retarded. So many things happened and i felt so lazy to even recount what the hell happened. Something like going for seoul garden to celebrate ash's birhtday. Then went to Weichen house for some X-box L4D2 and Band Hero. &lt;br /&gt;And while at home my mum and sis are pressurizing me to get a job. I am SO pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chalet and christmas party coming up soon. My Brain is so full of non-humane idealogy. Something dirty is up in my sleeve. Careful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7391538420318874456?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7391538420318874456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7391538420318874456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-is-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2640170520395410085</id><published>2009-12-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:44:00.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap Crap and more Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is so crappy that i cannot even have a meal properly.&lt;br /&gt;Simply wasting time away at home. Later still gotta go for ash birthday celebration @seoul garden. Damn, I'm so freaking full now.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of random events going on here and there. Will update here asap. AFTER I'm done with those events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2640170520395410085?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2640170520395410085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2640170520395410085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/crap-crap-and-more-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2437406948849209355</id><published>2009-12-11T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:47:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MST over. First results known. As Expected. Reap what you sow.&lt;div&gt;Seriously, who in the world still reap what they sow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't give a damn actually. SO say whatever you like and I'll just treat you like some species from some dog country. You'll know what i meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i ever care how people think of me, i would've gone sucidal a few years back. You fuck face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not you should be doing things. 'Oh choon han do this please; oh choon han do that please!;oh choon han! people's looking!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. How long are you people going to stay hypocritical? Won't your face develop pimples if you hid behind that mask for too long? won't be breathing difficult? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, cut me some slack. I'm over and done with all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2437406948849209355?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2437406948849209355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2437406948849209355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/mst-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2555714997600609794</id><published>2009-12-07T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:09:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been to wedding lately. Last Sunday. The Newly-Wed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for Homecoming that Saturday. Total disappointment. But we can't blame them. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2555714997600609794?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2555714997600609794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2555714997600609794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-to-wedding-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1525034917250347934</id><published>2009-12-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:17:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FACEBOOK is lagging again!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1525034917250347934?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1525034917250347934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1525034917250347934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-is-lagging-again-damnation.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5669070037309410671</id><published>2009-12-02T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:06:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So busy. Don't have time for even walking around doing nothing. (my favorite past time)&lt;div&gt;Firstly is MOB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is SITEX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is IDEAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is GEMS Test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly is Graduation Ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best thing about it was 2 CCA points and the chance to see Ms. June dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5669070037309410671?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5669070037309410671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5669070037309410671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5968183352951855451</id><published>2009-11-24T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:24:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word blogging sounds kinda cool. Lets use one word to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SCREWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Damnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5968183352951855451?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5968183352951855451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5968183352951855451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-word-blogging-sounds-kinda-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8190232476099002577</id><published>2009-11-23T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:24:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/SwqoKZDY1TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HKMip9Kqazs/s1600/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/SwqoKZDY1TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HKMip9Kqazs/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407319199088956722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical moment of playing pranks on people. Love it to the max. Since stone age that I've been playing pranks on people. Doing it again makes me felt so nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8190232476099002577?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8190232476099002577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8190232476099002577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/classical-moment-of-playing-pranks-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/SwqoKZDY1TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HKMip9Kqazs/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2618656321730127962</id><published>2009-11-22T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:41:53.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Madly chionging castle age on facebook now. come join me if you are playing as well. But one sad thing is that facebook keep lagging, especially during the night time around 8 to 10 plus. this is crazy man. i can even disconnect from facebook totally. Lol.&lt;div&gt;Lots of things to be done next week. Yet none of which is done. Procrastination. I good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2618656321730127962?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2618656321730127962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2618656321730127962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8326312414710934107</id><published>2009-11-21T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:42:28.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when the internet starts to lag every thing down. especially during peak hours when lots of people online. facebook blogger garena google chrome safari firefox ie. all lags.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8326312414710934107?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8326312414710934107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8326312414710934107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-it-when-internet-starts-to-lag.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1479275744549394113</id><published>2009-11-19T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:43:47.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is crap man. Been waking up so early these few days and going to breakfast with mum and dad. Lol. Totally total. Yesterday was Jeannie's birthday. &lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to ya! got it? Erm anyways the present will be on the way soon. just wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1479275744549394113?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1479275744549394113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1479275744549394113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-crap-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-265376290249086257</id><published>2009-11-16T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:03:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Watched 2012.  Not Bad.....All Died though. How brittle life is. And humorous. &lt;div&gt;Looking for jobs so can support myself. And buy birthday gifts for don't know how many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why fate makes people birthday on the same day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a lot of things swirling in my mind so badly that it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work done, work waiting to be done, work to be done NOW, how to get myself out of this mess, so on and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-265376290249086257?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/265376290249086257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/265376290249086257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5497734754664467209</id><published>2009-11-10T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:32:54.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Svl2LKcHixI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FlD5xMoDhc0/s1600-h/Photo0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Svl2LKcHixI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FlD5xMoDhc0/s320/Photo0421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402479162160548626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bored during econs lecture and so decide to express the artistic side of wello. Decorated the whole table with animals and label it dbf 05 zoo. full of animals. ccute and classic. All thanks to wello (not choon Han hor)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnisified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5497734754664467209?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5497734754664467209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5497734754664467209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-during-econs-lecture-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Svl2LKcHixI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FlD5xMoDhc0/s72-c/Photo0421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-158337968909401262</id><published>2009-11-07T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:36:39.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will i ever get a chance to express my own opinion? It's like i say things my way and people get angry over it. I wonder what's wrong with it? &lt;div&gt;I want to do things i think i will be doing and NOT do things the way people think i should be doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get it? You don't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-158337968909401262?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/158337968909401262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/158337968909401262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-will-i-ever-get-chance-to-express.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6830017077978574936</id><published>2009-11-07T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:37:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Had a great day today. Went for waves 14 circus. Not bad. &lt;div&gt;Once again gotta Congrats Stella and Jeannie and Yan Ping for the putting up the marvelous performance. SDZ seems so fun! Wanted to join but i guess i don't have the stuff in me for dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6830017077978574936?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6830017077978574936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6830017077978574936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4933403299598828334</id><published>2009-11-04T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:01:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Looking at those days really much more interesting than now. School stuff, relationships problems, peer complications, and much more yet to be thought of. &lt;div&gt;Simply retarded. I saw idiotic stuff on the newspaper everyday. And freaking everyone encourages the reading of newspaper. But whats the point of learning retarded issues such as which model wears Nu-Bra for pageant contests?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is so Damnnationified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4933403299598828334?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4933403299598828334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4933403299598828334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6053880904020077587</id><published>2009-11-02T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:53:46.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flu sucks. I hate flu. Everyday flu is bad omen. &lt;div&gt;My DotA sucks ok i know it, you don't have to mention it over and over again. So STFU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school at 8? OMFG For what? That Jeann lor. Make me wake up so early so that she can use my laptop for SPSS. Sometimes it's not the machine's problem, instead is the owner's problem that make that things go haywire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is the SPSS. What a day. Finally it's over. Goddamn it. Pathetic program invented by SP losers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6053880904020077587?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6053880904020077587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6053880904020077587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/11/flu-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1905314125838482442</id><published>2009-10-28T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:35:38.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. What the hell is happening to blogger? Lagging and simply wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;Today's first GEMS lesson. And OH MY FUCKING HELL. The lecturer sucks, the classroom sucks and lastly, that GEMS seems to appeal to quite a number of nerds which I really required none of. Thought go CLS can sien zabo. But absolutely to my fucking disappointment, all the decent ones walked PAST my class into another class. SAI LA!. Felt like spamming tons of vulgarities here. But due to my CHANGE OVER A NEW LEAF CAMPAIGN, i have to restrain myself. What trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Simply sitting in the GEMS class puts me to sleep. No introduction no nothing. First thing is give us her phone number ( like i even need it). Next she tries to make some jokes. Come on la, from any angles she looks just like 60+, and her tries are simply pathetic. Go get yourself a wheelchair please. Next jump straight into topic introduction. I was like :" F*** la, you rather intro some dead piece of shit then intro the living ones in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Next is the content of the GEMS class. Seriously, i felt like i was in a go-green club rather than GENES learning. I was expecting translation or transcription and mutating genes and cancer and cool stuff like that. My god. i can see myself having more GEMS in year 3 liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1905314125838482442?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1905314125838482442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1905314125838482442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7337573215284228669</id><published>2009-10-28T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:41:15.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell. Busy doing work right now. &lt;div&gt;No one has an instantaneous reply speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously need not take like 20 mins to reply?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7337573215284228669?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7337573215284228669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7337573215284228669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8631849030473970258</id><published>2009-10-24T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:58:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a Jerk. People nowadays simply have nothing better to do. Saw one incident on the newspaper. Seriously it's retarded. "Someone Dies from Lipo...... and family decides to sue the doctor. " I mean What the FUCK. If you are going to do that kind of shit, please be prepared to die. In the medical world nothing is 100% for god's sake, if it failed and you sue whoever is doing the surgery for that dead ass, in no time there'll be no more doctors left.&lt;div&gt;Another irritating matter is that does it affect her when i do things that i like? After several rounds of thorough thinking, i think that seriously i don't affect her one bit. So why does she likes to irritate me so much? What The Fuck Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn the people who believed. If He is real, He will find a cure to AIDS. It's just a story and you treat Him like your second husband. find one day i'll put Snow White on the cross and write a story about it and the next day churches of Snow White will start to pop up around the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Damnation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8631849030473970258?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8631849030473970258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8631849030473970258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-jerk.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6077157476175754448</id><published>2009-10-21T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:12:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having fun with zbrush now. Not that difficult as what june said. but on the contrary, its quite interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6077157476175754448?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6077157476175754448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6077157476175754448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-fun-with-zbrush-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-9120653339348038842</id><published>2009-10-17T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:32:54.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ding Dong. Lost my touch in DotA. too much cabal do me no good. Working now. Cannot go on time to ash's STEAMboat party. Being so lifeless these few months and finally someone decide to call me up for some random steamboat session. How cool. &lt;div&gt;Decide to work hard when school starts. And to willie: "&lt;i&gt;Working hard doesn't mean you have to be a mugger. Getting a balanced life by studying and playing hard is working hard. Muggers are the failures and shame of the students' race. Remember this well.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next set down my aim. I've to get a GPA of .................... 4.1 astonishingly. Must get, will get and i think i can. Even my mum says that actually i have a high IQ (which i don't really trust in). So i can get if i put in my best effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next get more friends who are quite ready to go crazy with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally get a perfect girlfriend for the year ending 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-9120653339348038842?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9120653339348038842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9120653339348038842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/ding-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7944367721983676134</id><published>2009-10-12T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:52:23.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chiong-ing CABAL, CHIONG ARH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7944367721983676134?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7944367721983676134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7944367721983676134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/10/chiong-ing-cabal-chiong-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6030455813937572269</id><published>2009-09-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:08:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Life's so bored that 'I'm pretty fucked up. Someone just out there to bicker with me. what the Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6030455813937572269?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6030455813937572269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6030455813937572269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-297307255632182173</id><published>2009-09-27T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:11:09.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People lived so that there could die. So what's the point of working so hard for yourself and neglecting the enjoyment, family and friends around you? After all, you'll just die in the end when you reached your last step of your life. &lt;div&gt;Hence, enjoy life like you never have a tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-297307255632182173?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/297307255632182173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/297307255632182173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-lived-so-that-there-could-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4013682990896610269</id><published>2009-09-24T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:55:35.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's so boring. I'm so bored. &lt;div&gt;People will say" why don't you find something to do instead of sitting here and screaming you're bored?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say" fuck you. if i have something to do, i won't be shrieking i'm bored, won't i?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday wake up and think of nothing. How life's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4013682990896610269?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4013682990896610269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4013682990896610269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2737712847551444258</id><published>2009-09-23T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:57:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn sad and emosified. I really studied. I work so hard and still get this shit stuff. Man, what happened anyway. I don't want to go to school no more. I guess I'm better in science, not cut out to be a businessman. But alas, only mid year. As long as I try harder next time maybe my grades will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't condemn a person cause he made a grave mistake. Learn from Jesus himself. He didn't revived shouting " Where's the mother******* that stick me onto the cross? I'll kick his bloody ass!"&lt;br /&gt;If someone around you made a mistake, understand him or her, forgive them. Then you kick their ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2737712847551444258?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2737712847551444258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2737712847551444258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-sad-and-emosified.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-176928887074277197</id><published>2009-09-18T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:20:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Craps. Supposed to go for interviews but the people at the other side didn't really call me. Instead stayed at home on a peaceful friday and dota with eric and friend. Man, life's hard. Given the economy is reviving they should recruit more part-timers than now. I hate this kind of life where I could't have a aim. &lt;div&gt;Again my thinking mood kicked in again this afternoon. Was wondering why is it that reality can't be that good of a virtual one? Craps. Guessed this is fate. But people always say fate is in your hands. Whom do I trust? I guess it's up to me again. Like the chinese saying "see people see intelligence"(direct translation though). If I have the power to change my life. How cool could that be. Be it the ability to manipulate my seconds into the way I want it to be or created a whole new life of my own choice. Cool~.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-176928887074277197?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/176928887074277197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/176928887074277197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/craps.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2860716800510038298</id><published>2009-09-18T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:26:21.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked ION yesterday on my own.&lt;div&gt;Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That place is filled with all the world's most branded items. Watches, Designer's shops, Jewelry and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked into one market place - Three Sixty at the upper most level of the complex and see what I found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A SGD$ 6, 288 Scotch Whiskey. Limited edition and only 100 bottles available in the world, as claimed by the bottle itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything' overpriced and the atmosphere is over-flooded by branding trying to out-brand each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2860716800510038298?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2860716800510038298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2860716800510038298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/walked-ion-yesterday-on-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8606764648948175925</id><published>2009-09-16T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:24:58.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slouching at home with simply nothing to do.  My work schedule's not out yet. Crapping about life here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8606764648948175925?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8606764648948175925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8606764648948175925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/slouching-at-home-with-simply-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1363696244279950992</id><published>2009-09-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:14:01.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ALL THE WEBPAGES.&lt;div&gt;{FACEBOOK; BLOGGER}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRAPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1363696244279950992?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1363696244279950992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1363696244279950992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fuck-is-happening-to-all-webpages.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4853135020599456284</id><published>2009-09-11T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:30:26.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I trust no one. &lt;div&gt;You can choose not to believe in me. But I'll always choose to believe myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4853135020599456284?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4853135020599456284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4853135020599456284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-trust-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4058279318278915360</id><published>2009-09-08T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:00:37.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man. True Friends don't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4058279318278915360?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4058279318278915360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4058279318278915360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6384142110519597088</id><published>2009-09-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:37:57.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, once in a few weeks, I would stop by some pathway and think deep. Some say this is self-reflection, but I think it's a moment of serious and deep down thinking. I would think about what I have did over the past few days and think whether should I ddo it or not. &lt;div&gt;Other times, I would simply have nothing to think about and everything just went blank. That's when I don't seem to care for anything. And I realised one serious issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True anxiety comes only when you have nothing to think of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you can't seem to find anything to worry about and that's the part where it worries me and it's the part where it struck me hard and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I too chilled?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6384142110519597088?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6384142110519597088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6384142110519597088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-once-in-few-weeks-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8269057367447692202</id><published>2009-09-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:04:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i put my resume on the net and guess what. Some affiliate company of AIA decides to provide me a job opprotunity. i wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8269057367447692202?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8269057367447692202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8269057367447692202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-put-my-resume-on-net-and-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-90998018670690137</id><published>2009-08-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:30:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Holidays. Loathe. Them. &lt;br /&gt;Got. GEMS. What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Finding. Work. To. Waste. Time.&lt;br /&gt;A. Few. Events. To. Waste. Myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-90998018670690137?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/90998018670690137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/90998018670690137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-8010231018604921109</id><published>2009-08-28T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:06:24.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curious. Even Trains can have traffic jam. Waiting at Jurong Station today, 4 trains can't be board pass by consecutively. The one that could be board stuck at the station for what, 10 mins? then many people pathetically waited in the train while those clever ones like me looking at them from the outside for a good 10 mins. Some decided that they've waited enough so they took off from the train and walk out scolding vulgarities. Sigh, typical Singaporeans, no patience at all. What's most interesting is that some tried to go back the moment the train close the door. Are they stupid? Then after which another 3 trains cannot be board pass by consecutively again. Finally i got onto the next train but, in the middle of the trip to clememti, we stopped again. Waiting for the next train to go in front of us into the depot. Funny, traffic jam on the tracks. Where else could it happen? Traffic jam in the sky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience's a virtue, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-8010231018604921109?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8010231018604921109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/8010231018604921109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/curious.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1251057316959379499</id><published>2009-08-27T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:49:11.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wait man. I'm going to come up with a new story regarding econs, may be i could even produce a manga on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1251057316959379499?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1251057316959379499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1251057316959379499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wait-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7630201124493484459</id><published>2009-08-26T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:17:24.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How does it feel like to be dead? Is it in pain or is it just painless and numb?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7630201124493484459?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7630201124493484459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7630201124493484459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-does-it-feel-like-to-be-dead-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-9079920787153305385</id><published>2009-08-25T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:49:13.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One fine Tuesday morning, the king of the Choon Han Kingdom had a crazy idea. &lt;br /&gt;He told his subordinates," Hey Why not we launch an invasion on our neighbor, the Fundamentals of Marketing Empire? Sounds cool huh?". &lt;br /&gt;Not daring to defy him, the king's subordinates, Commander Fingers and Vice-king Brain Cells, have to agree that it's a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, all is ready for the great invasion. Leading the troops is Commander Fingers. He started to attack the empire of the unlucky one. But he was shocked to see that FOM empire was already in defense mode. &lt;br /&gt;The King of FOM says " You imbecile, don't belittle our marketing intellingence gathering!'"&lt;br /&gt;What even astonishing was that the FOM troops was laid out in an Product Expansion Grid Formation! In the lead was the famous 4Ps Commanders of FOM- Chief Commander Product, Vice Commander Price, Elites Commander Place and Royal Guards Commander Promotion.&lt;br /&gt;Commander Fingers, being an amatuer, cannot withstand the 4Ps commander, henceforth he was taken down easily by the Lemon Attacks of the 4Ps. &lt;br /&gt;The King of Choon Han saw that and quickly ordered the Elite squad, led by Vice-king Brain Cells, to counter the formation. Being the elite, Brain Cells took them out easily. But the war's not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;FOM also sent out their elites, the SWOT team and the DENTPC team. &lt;br /&gt;It's a two on one battle now. After a thorough 3 hour long stand-off, Brain Cells finally managed to annihilate the two elites of FOM empire. But as the two enemy elite squads are also not some funfair, Brain Cells suffered heavy losses too.&lt;br /&gt;Having suffered a drastic lost, the FOM King decided to surrender to reduce their casualties. Thus the offensive country won the war and gained a new kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-9079920787153305385?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9079920787153305385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/9079920787153305385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-fine-tuesday-morning-king-of-choon.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3304549295087391587</id><published>2009-08-25T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:01:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my mind. Decided to study after all. Now furiously mugging for FOM. First time in years since i felt the real feel of STUDYING. Craploads of bullshit. But still i don't feel anxious like all the rest of the people. No stress No stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3304549295087391587?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3304549295087391587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3304549295087391587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/changed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2414829979303614054</id><published>2009-08-18T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:45:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comments on "Where got ghost?" by jack neo.&lt;br /&gt;1. A futile effort to try to make the show humorous.&lt;br /&gt;2. No innovation. Since light years ago, his movie haven't changed in anything, style or content.&lt;br /&gt;3. An obvious desperate attempt to be creative by linking three unlinkable stories into one movie.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, a waste of effort and time and cash to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments on G.I. Joe&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot and sexy babes appear right at the start of the show to capture attention. Good try. &lt;br /&gt;2. The graphics is good. Although needs improvement. &lt;br /&gt;3. Story is interesting and innovative. Also knows how to arouse curiosity at the ending.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, worth the price and time. May be catching the sequel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2414829979303614054?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2414829979303614054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2414829979303614054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/comments-on-where-got-ghost-by-jack-neo.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6342184403535486881</id><published>2009-08-12T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:57:26.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If the sky throw down a bunch of hard cold cash at you, would you accept it?&lt;br /&gt;For me, i would....throw the cash up back into his face and shout:" I don't need your fucking sympathy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6342184403535486881?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6342184403535486881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6342184403535486881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-sky-throw-down-bunch-of-hard-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-537819604935619926</id><published>2009-08-11T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:28:45.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Furious, yet i'm so powerless against her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-537819604935619926?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/537819604935619926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/537819604935619926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/furious-yet-im-so-powerless-against-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-6929823695597144450</id><published>2009-08-09T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:29:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody sunday II. boring like mad.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a monday. will the more boring. &lt;br /&gt;to be damned for life or to live for the damned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-6929823695597144450?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6929823695597144450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/6929823695597144450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-sunday-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4749872416168133365</id><published>2009-08-04T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:10:27.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random.&lt;div&gt;test coming up and i ain't got no idea what the hell am i doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some old frag told us in econs about forward moduling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not like we didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not like we ain't prepare to forward. old faggot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is going to teach us econs next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be humbel and yet, he never manage to hide the proudness under the hood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4749872416168133365?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4749872416168133365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4749872416168133365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5086964232084931044</id><published>2009-07-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:05:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finaly, everything ended. with a nice note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5086964232084931044?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5086964232084931044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5086964232084931044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/finaly-everything-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1148169378204372975</id><published>2009-07-29T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:53:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok. thought about it so much that i guess today i learnt from ec that if i don't start working hard now, there will never be another chance for me to do so. and same goes for asking the sacred question. too alone nowadays no one to confide myself in. i am 自闭. i wonder so. someone save me from the hell that i plunged myself into.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tomorrow, all's well end well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-1148169378204372975?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1148169378204372975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/1148169378204372975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2060860333907041503</id><published>2009-07-27T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:42:00.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok. Some blokes they are. What's with this "940, 940" thing. don't they spare a thought for the lady? tactless young fools. linked everything i said to joycelyn. What's with their brains? so busy thinking something to link me and her? I rather spent the extra brain cells doing something more constructive.&lt;div&gt;Such child-like acts from ones who were the same class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans have a limit for tolerance, people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ever-laughing me get pissed off sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't overdo it or i will overkill the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2060860333907041503?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2060860333907041503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2060860333907041503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5191249167310964276</id><published>2009-07-25T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:32:42.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah. finally can post. the stupid bugs of blogger. should have recommend them to fix it. been through so much this several days. lots of stuff happened and lots of stuff ended. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt so uncomfortable recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the feeling a few years back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before something bad happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regrettted that i didn't manage to prevent it from happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time i know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence i sincerely wished everyone to be careful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot be there for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish she's still with us right now.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget Neverland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5191249167310964276?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5191249167310964276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5191249167310964276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2290984015566372837</id><published>2009-07-08T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:59:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today have a funny yet damn cool event. i was on the train at jurong east station. i board the train and the train is still godforsaken packed. i stood in the middle of the cabin when that event took place. a woman, a striking pretty one, wearing a blue dress, did something to me. &lt;div&gt;she kept brushing her breast against like nothing happened. although it feels good, but still being gentleman, i tried to siam. but between me and the auntie in front is only 5 cm and behind me is 0cm, basically contact. until clementi i manage to freed myself from it. cool huh? not everyday you get a pretty to brush her breast against your back, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2290984015566372837?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2290984015566372837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2290984015566372837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-have-funny-yet-damn-cool-event.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2989219043896165961</id><published>2009-07-07T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:29:52.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The zigzagged line of annoynomous feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2989219043896165961?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2989219043896165961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2989219043896165961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/zigzagged-line-of-annoynomous-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-3486434086361395984</id><published>2009-07-06T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:29:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man man. currnetly found a new addictive game from willie.pretty fun and tactical.call plants vs zombies.damn cute. now then discovered that my group haven't even started ec project yet.and how funny if our group forward ec.nowadays maplesiao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-3486434086361395984?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3486434086361395984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/3486434086361395984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-2965499599482868035</id><published>2009-07-05T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:34:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, you are not as good as people thought you are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are BETTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-2965499599482868035?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2965499599482868035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/2965499599482868035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-you-are-not-as-good-as-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5289776951131582945</id><published>2009-07-02T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:05:35.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flunk ITAB.SEcond Half of the paper was not done AT ALL.marvelously wonderful. Had to get better grade in all th rest of the paper to pull my gpa up. like tomorrow stats should be easy ba. all the formula remembering and the secondary school work. hope it works well tomorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5289776951131582945?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5289776951131582945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5289776951131582945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/flunk-itab.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-4559562682590710898</id><published>2009-07-01T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:04:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forget to add some chat box in my own blog. but alas no one visits my blog anyway.so don't really bothers me.if you've got somethng urgent to tell me please sms instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-4559562682590710898?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4559562682590710898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/4559562682590710898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/07/forget-to-add-some-chat-box-in-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5339796952412752309</id><published>2009-06-29T12:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:15:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i must be obsessed. i'm seeing megan fox image everywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5339796952412752309?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5339796952412752309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5339796952412752309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-be-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5782864660681514353</id><published>2009-06-28T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:53:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Skb078RpvlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u1hdUkXJP-s/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Skb078RpvlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u1hdUkXJP-s/s320/megan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352234517806038610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my. Watch transformers2 and was quite amaze by the robots. they are getting more and more humane. not going to spoil the movie by spilling the beans here. well i put this as my desktop background. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5782864660681514353?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5782864660681514353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5782864660681514353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Skb078RpvlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/u1hdUkXJP-s/s72-c/megan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7329198201146934692</id><published>2009-06-25T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:28:39.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Flames to dust; Lovers to friends; Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7329198201146934692?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7329198201146934692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7329198201146934692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/06/flames-to-dust-lovers-to-friends-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-7947932674481867020</id><published>2009-06-23T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:35:48.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn song i am. finally finished the manga version of one piece! reason why i'm not active nowadays. now i'm back and loads of stuff to be done and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-7947932674481867020?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7947932674481867020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/7947932674481867020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-song-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-5834005371689244494</id><published>2009-05-30T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:42:55.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some random posting.&lt;div&gt;like that day on thursday, we were talking about people who join canoeing and dragon boat. and lydia was like:" they are so muscular and fit lor! Wa DELICIOUS!" then she gave the hysterical smile.me and weiqin was like *jaw drop*.  wen jie, you should know better that your baby likes what type of guys liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25352083-5834005371689244494?l=ermwhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5834005371689244494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25352083/posts/default/5834005371689244494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ermwhatever.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-random-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02489607472430994800</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25352083.post-1723417272211703762</id><published>2009-05-28T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:03:43.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Sh6VCLe6JuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iievGL9n7fc/s1600-h/DSC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Sh6UmK3n1-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-XMDiJTr3ck/s320/DSC00103+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340869591581579234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Sh6UlzgW4JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BUXhCME0n0k/s1600-h/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yt8pqNdhMIo/Sh6UlzgW4JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BUXhCME0n0k/s320/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340869585309982866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Went to outing with the lefthanders cliqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;é. though i skipped school. missed out on ca2 briefing.but no worries though. went to weiqin school to meet. but due to lydia and me road idiotness, we ended up at twelve stops away from his school. actually we saw the sign that his school is there but we thought it was at the other side. then at the twelveth stop, we decide to turn back cause the driver divulged that we missed njc. so we took the bus on the other side of the road. went back his school after much difficulty. wait for him and decide to go to holland village. we were walking aimlessly while i busied myself by looking for a toilet. found it at food junction. continued to walk aimlessly until we decide that we're hungry so we camped at subway holland village. camwhore for a bit at the outlet itself. let the pictures do the talking. then we bused to orchard after eating. damn full.we decide to go to tanglin mall where lydia works. i tried to ask for job but they tell me to call another number instead. then we went to st regis. damn cool. the people there are just simple plain rich. ferrari are like abundant there. next we walk to the forum where me and lydia bought mcflurry. there were plenty of cool shopes down there. one must-go is blackjack. it is damn cool. then we went to wisma atria. walk around the shops for a bit when szeling pop out. she was waiting for her sister's performance at 9.00 while the time we met her was 5+. then we continue walking to taka for a bit. then was like looking for clothes for weiqin and myself. lydia obviously obsessed with topshop. keep telling us to go to topmen and buy clothes. after which we bought nothing and trained home. while on the train we were like dgging lydia's photo album. so many photos that is was freaking tired by the time we finished it. then went to buy some drinks and departed from causeway. great day with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; 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