<?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-8921086</id><updated>2011-11-29T22:43:17.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of here and there</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6355810261565230649</id><published>2011-07-14T22:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:44:01.888+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In life when we come to crossroads, we stop and ponder what's the next step. So really, what is the next step?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me? Or rather, what do I want for myself? It hurts so much. But I don't even know where's the pain coming from. It never ever presents itself in full view but you know it's there. Hell yeah. Hiding in the background noise. Stings when it gets quiet which probably explains why I hate to be alone. Then again I hate to be bothered. Curiosity kills the cat; contradictory kills the human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting really. Before I entered uni, all I ever wanted to do was to enter uni. When I was in uni, all I wanted was to graduate on time. When I graduated on time, all I wanted was a job. When I got a job, all I ever want is more, more, more pay. So the wants goes on as life rushes by. I realize from the start that I will never be able to find what I'm looking for because I will always be looking for something I can't have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, aren't we all the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6355810261565230649?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6355810261565230649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6355810261565230649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6355810261565230649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6355810261565230649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-life-when-we-come-to-crossroads-we.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2740260481699547013</id><published>2011-03-07T20:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:53:29.725+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this website that really cracks me up. It's about how the autocorrect function in Iphone messes up what people really want to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://damnyouautocorrect.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting so check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Ielts test was so freaking tedious with so many questions and humpty dumptys. It's like after 2.5 hours of answering mcqs, I just couldnt be bothered. Let's hope it doesnt end up biting me in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd. Haha, think I'm going to be a liverpool fan for the next couple of days to show my appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I have more time these days. Time just seems so.. limited. Argh, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2740260481699547013?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2740260481699547013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2740260481699547013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2740260481699547013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2740260481699547013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2011/03/found-this-website-that-really-cracks.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7495364129994781440</id><published>2011-03-05T07:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:16:03.734+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning! It's currently 7.13 AM in the morning in Melbourne. It's the weekends!! Oh don't you love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ielts test now. Painful.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal tonight! Can't wait really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7495364129994781440?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7495364129994781440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7495364129994781440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7495364129994781440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7495364129994781440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-morning-its-currently-7.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3782872042390409667</id><published>2011-03-04T23:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:01:59.624+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to work so hard for the next 5 years of my life so that I can bum around for the rest of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ielts test tomorrow morning and I have prepared shit. For those people who have no idea what it is, Ielts is a test for English proficiency. Yes, I'm applying for Permanent residency in Australia and to do that, I have to prove that my England is super powder-ful. Lets just hope everything turns out fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of things coming up! Graduation ceremony's on the coming Friday. Parents are coming over, followed by my Sister's wedding. Can't believe she's getting married really. Not that it was unexpected or anything but just never imagined my sister to actually get married. If you get what I mean... You don't? Well I don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life's been just hectic. I work, I knock off, I watch TV, I sleep and the whole cycle just repeats itself. The whole week passes by like a roller coaster ride albeit with an in-built turbo system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Guys, its bed time. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3782872042390409667?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3782872042390409667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3782872042390409667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3782872042390409667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3782872042390409667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-going-to-work-so-hard-for-next-5.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1964112297789817348</id><published>2011-01-14T01:04:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:29:35.881+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, its been a hell of a year. Went for Uni games, finished my degree, found a job and just holding onto the roller coaster ride! 2010 officially concludes for me finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1964112297789817348?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1964112297789817348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1964112297789817348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1964112297789817348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1964112297789817348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-guys-its-been-hell-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3082061531055132031</id><published>2010-10-29T00:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:08:46.765+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys, I've been hooked on this song for pretty much 2 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30WakIlloqs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds. I've absolutely no idea right now.&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it will be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, i gotta have a little bit of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3082061531055132031?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3082061531055132031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3082061531055132031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3082061531055132031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3082061531055132031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-guys-ive-been-hooked-on-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2454166497204317747</id><published>2010-10-19T10:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:49:47.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the losses that haunt you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2454166497204317747?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2454166497204317747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2454166497204317747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2454166497204317747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2454166497204317747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-losses-that-haunt-you.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6260320717875351078</id><published>2010-10-18T22:51:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:57:22.484+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm struggling to study as the exams draw near. It just seems so redundant to me although I know that it's so very important for me to do well in my final semester. Even more so now that I'm considering to further my studies. Not even sure what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6260320717875351078?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6260320717875351078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6260320717875351078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6260320717875351078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6260320717875351078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-struggling-to-study-as-exams-draw.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1215021073322680471</id><published>2010-10-12T20:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:57:41.373+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's because exams are drawing near or anything. My hands are really itching to play badminton. No doubt that every time I look at my badminton racket and walk onto the court, it reminds me of the disappointment during the Australian University Games but I still really want to play. I just want to get better and better and hopefully break the jinx that's been following me. I know age's not on my side. But right now, I don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played in a mix doubles competition last week and I came in third. Not too bad for a scratch pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for his grace and mercy. And everything else beautiful in this world. And hey Ophy, if you are reading this, I will be keeping you in my prayers :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1215021073322680471?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1215021073322680471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1215021073322680471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1215021073322680471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1215021073322680471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-if-its-because-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1685328012725374703</id><published>2010-10-04T16:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:01:14.109+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys, I wonder if you guys remember about how I went on about me trying to make the uni badminton team and everything. Well I actually made the final team. In fact, I just came back from Perth from the Australian University Games yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were last year's champions and everyone including me expected us to go far in the competition but this year round, we didn't even made the finals. It was a combination of tough luck, poor umpiring decisions and everything that just went against us. Just thinking of it makes my heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if its just me. Every team that I've gotten into just somehow under performs. The bitter taste of disappointment hangs in my mouth every morning I have woken up since the competition. It just feels so bad, I don't even know how to describe it. Argh, maybe its time to hang up my racket for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1685328012725374703?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1685328012725374703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1685328012725374703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1685328012725374703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1685328012725374703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-guys-i-wonder-if-you-guys-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5630128744254856762</id><published>2010-09-15T00:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:18:24.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick. So sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after i handed in all my assignments and finished my mid semester tests. I fell sick. What a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays coming upppppppppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5630128744254856762?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5630128744254856762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5630128744254856762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5630128744254856762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5630128744254856762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7608248752625042575</id><published>2010-08-23T22:24:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:30:28.691+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Im finishing up a lab report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Very&lt;br /&gt;Painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/THJpvn_SB2I/AAAAAAAAAao/NpkuiPTJ200/s1600/painful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/THJpvn_SB2I/AAAAAAAAAao/NpkuiPTJ200/s320/painful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508581561136711522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7608248752625042575?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7608248752625042575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7608248752625042575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7608248752625042575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7608248752625042575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/THJpvn_SB2I/AAAAAAAAAao/NpkuiPTJ200/s72-c/painful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5777341594371780296</id><published>2010-08-18T23:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:34:22.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to glue my ass down to chair and study. 4th week of school in progress and nothing's filtering through this big empty head of mine. PFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5777341594371780296?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5777341594371780296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5777341594371780296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5777341594371780296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5777341594371780296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-glue-my-ass-down-to-chair-and.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3760240422350135598</id><published>2010-08-17T10:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:07:20.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard this just a while ago from a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like it, then you should put a ring on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which puts me in quite a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;How do I do that to a soccer ball?&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3760240422350135598?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3760240422350135598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3760240422350135598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3760240422350135598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3760240422350135598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/08/heard-this-just-while-ago-from-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3488026260589908214</id><published>2010-06-30T15:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:34:34.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson of the day: Always try to finish things you can do today. Wonder how many more lessons I have to have before fully learning it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life passes us by,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what beholds all of us. &lt;br /&gt;As time passes you by,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely,&lt;br /&gt;The pain's going to leave you by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3488026260589908214?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3488026260589908214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3488026260589908214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3488026260589908214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3488026260589908214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/06/lesson-of-day-always-try-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-19282122888159786</id><published>2010-06-27T21:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:51:55.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally done with all my papers. It's been one of the longest and most tiring exam period I ever had with the reason being 3 of my papers fell in the last week of the exam period. Pretty good and pretty bad. Good because I had much more time studying for them. Bad also because I had so much more time and it was so draining. But oh wells, I'm just glad its over and I tried my best so hopefully everything turns out fine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, straight after my papers, I went for a badminton competition and I enrolled myself in three evens. 1 singles even and 2 mix doubles even. Well, I didn't win. Lost in the quarterfinals in all three events. Left a sour taste in my mouth. Whats worse was that I lost all three events with the score of 30-29, 30-29, 30-29. Seriously what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the singles event, I played against a pretty young kid probably 17? He was really strong and fast and he raced to a 29-13 lead. It meant that all he needed to do was to win one more point to knock me out. At that point in time, I thought I had no chance to win the game already but I didn't want to go out without a fight so I just told myself to take a point at a time. Who knew... I clawed point by point and got to 29-29 and I was so sure I was going to win it and bring myself to the semi-finals and hopefully get a trophy. Who knew.. I stuffed up at the last point. Felt like just shooting myself in the mouth with a pistol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doubles games were pretty much the same story. Fight backs to 29-29 although the deficit weren't big compared to my singles game. But still somehow the last point always proved so elusive for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-19282122888159786?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/19282122888159786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=19282122888159786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/19282122888159786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/19282122888159786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-finally-done-with-all-my-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3490262640458971878</id><published>2010-06-23T19:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:19:22.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 papers done. 2 more days before the end. 1 more paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I rock and roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3490262640458971878?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3490262640458971878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3490262640458971878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3490262640458971878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3490262640458971878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-papers-done.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-884708629157824932</id><published>2010-06-08T22:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:14:45.791+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys, its been a looooooong while. It's Exam time again. Can't wait for it to blow over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway amongst that, couple of stuff to be glad about. Projects were given back to us today and I got pretty decent marks. University badminton team of 7 players was chosen a couple weeks back and I got in as the sixth. Hohoho, something to be glad about. Pity that they are cutting the team down to five in the next few months. The top five players in the team are just plain awesome. Anyway just looking forward to picking up pointers from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least, we came in third in the Victoria doubles league! Basically just a league for doubles spanning over three weeks. At least me and kevin managed to win something together before he flies over to perth. Awesome stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone up there must be listening to my prayers haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-884708629157824932?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/884708629157824932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=884708629157824932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/884708629157824932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/884708629157824932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-guys-its-been-looooooong-while.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-4659788630820175158</id><published>2010-04-30T20:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:15:51.269+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a week of ups and downs. Parents were down in melbourne for a couple of days two weeks ago. Its was good bringing them around to where I usually have my meals and the good food I know of in Melbourne. A pity that I was having a test while they were here so I was really really tied up. My lovely pennypsk did me a huge favour and helped me brought them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda funny really as my dad coming to melbourne was just interested in the casino while my mum was only interested in getting massages. So, I would say pennypsk pretty much had an easy job, leaving my dad at the casino and going for massages with my mum haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during last weekend, we had a badminton competition and our team lost. I had so much frustration within me and the desire to win was so great. So today, we had our usual futsal league and it was a pretty intense match. So intense that, the opposite team's captain was so pissed at half time that he threatened to beat me up because he said I was too rough. Not sure if I was, I probably was... But I just really really wanted to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The score came up to 3-2 in their favour. We lost yet again but this match was good because our team showed the desire to win which was missing in the past few matches.  I guess we can only do better from here. Lets hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I scored with a really long range shot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have something interesting to show you guys. Pennypsk and me were browsing shoes target, a shopping centre here in Melbourne yesterday when she saw this pair of shoes hanging on the rack ready to be sold. She took it off the rack and excitedly showed it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair of shoes in question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/S9q5vIPVQJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ttUE7UAapTY/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/S9q5vIPVQJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ttUE7UAapTY/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885317084299410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone had taken off their old shoes and hung them up in exchange for a new pair of shoes at target. Just awesome.. People these days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-4659788630820175158?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/4659788630820175158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=4659788630820175158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4659788630820175158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4659788630820175158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-week-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/S9q5vIPVQJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ttUE7UAapTY/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1479921597357714460</id><published>2010-04-26T09:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:04:05.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im really really so damn sick of losing. The matches I lost just keep replaying my head. How I could have so easily won the match yet I threw it away. Sucks balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1479921597357714460?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1479921597357714460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1479921597357714460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1479921597357714460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1479921597357714460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-really-really-so-damn-sick-of-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2604856038518846631</id><published>2010-04-25T21:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:48:19.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a badminton competition today. &lt;br /&gt;Played 5 games and won 2, lost 3. Disappointing indeed. &lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, its a lesson learnt. &lt;br /&gt;But how many more lessons do I have to have before I start winning matches that I should have won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the question of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2604856038518846631?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2604856038518846631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2604856038518846631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2604856038518846631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2604856038518846631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/04/had-badminton-competition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6433218159747968685</id><published>2010-04-13T22:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:27:51.227+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while! During this long hiatus, I went to crown, won 90 bucks with 5 bucks on the table in roulette with my first hand. Took my money and ran. Amongst everything, tests and assignments piling up sky high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I came logging in is because of Iron and Wine! One of the best refreshing artist I have ever heard. Totally chilling awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6433218159747968685?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6433218159747968685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6433218159747968685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6433218159747968685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6433218159747968685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-while-during-this-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1843410151036938550</id><published>2010-03-18T10:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:24:33.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been losing sleep over this small issue for days. And its really really incredible small according to Penny Pang. Still feel abit 'off-balanced' but I'm glad I did the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and brother are coming over to Melbourne from Adelaide for the weekend! Quite excited to bring my brother around actually and play badminton with him. Never felt this way before. Don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's killing me as per usual. Seriously just for a piece of paper, the amount of time, agony and money we spend. Doesn't make sense to any sane mind. At least for mine, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope things turn out well! God will make sure of that, I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1843410151036938550?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1843410151036938550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1843410151036938550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1843410151036938550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1843410151036938550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-losing-sleep-over-this-small.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7459795155986878301</id><published>2010-03-14T22:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:12:59.739+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My legs and hands are just cramping up most of the time for the past two weekends. Futsal sessions on friday and Saturday and Badminton training on Sunday is just.. Crazy. I guess I will have to give up one of them but its just so hard to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my second Badminton training session today and the training was just tough. I never had good stamina and its been 5 years or more since my last official training for badminton. So you guy can imagine how I fared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the school team is also not helping my confidence much at all. The gulf between me and them just seem so huge at times. Sure I can play but when the pace increases, I find myself catching no ball, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistency is the key. I guess I got to keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7459795155986878301?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7459795155986878301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7459795155986878301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7459795155986878301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7459795155986878301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-legs-and-hands-are-just-cramping-up.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1638154852918286367</id><published>2010-03-08T23:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:54:54.502+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took 2 solid hours to finish 2 questions on tomorrow's lecture and to add insult to injury, I have a feeling that the answers are all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love biosignals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1638154852918286367?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1638154852918286367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1638154852918286367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1638154852918286367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1638154852918286367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-took-2-solid-hours-to-finish-2.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8049736691331281714</id><published>2010-03-07T21:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:08:36.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MADE IT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I made it into the team. Just not the school team yet. Haha.Turns out Melbourne Uni is trying to improve standards of Badminton by incorporating an Elite team within the badminton club. By making it into the 'Elite Team' or so they say means that I will be in contention for fighting for my place in the school team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard is pretty awesome with ex malaysian junior players and all and it's really nice to be learning from them. Lets hope I will be able to improve by heaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really got to give it to the caucasians. They are just so so good in packaging their 'goods'. In the past, when I was playing for my school, they called us school team players. Now that I haven't even made the cut for the team yet, they call us the 'Elite Team'. How awesome is that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sider note. Its Monday tomorrow but I have no Monday blues! The reason being, my class starts at 4pm tomorrow. Awesome shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8049736691331281714?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8049736691331281714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8049736691331281714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8049736691331281714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8049736691331281714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-it-yup-i-made-it-into-team.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6852624086487602187</id><published>2010-03-05T01:25:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:37:56.114+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Result slips are showing and I came out fighting and thus far, survived the freaking onslaught =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is going to be a big day for me. Try outs for the badminton school team. Can't say that I have high hopes of making the team due to the quality of last year's squad but at least it gives me an opportunity to dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary and secondary school, making it into the badminton school team was just something that fell into place. Sure I took it with pride but I didn't realize how fortunate I was to be able to do so. Then I went to poly but the distance and timing of the training just made it all impossible. The coach told me that I was able to make it into the team base on merit but he couldn't see any commitment as I rarely turned up for training and it was unfair to the rest of the team. So that was that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year in University (if everything goes well!) so here's my final chance to make the team. Hope everything goes well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6852624086487602187?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6852624086487602187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6852624086487602187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6852624086487602187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6852624086487602187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/03/result-slips-are-showing-and-i-came-out.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2798315378853152472</id><published>2010-02-25T17:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:13:07.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still young you say. How come I don't feel the same way. Guess we were never on the same page&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2798315378853152472?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2798315378853152472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2798315378853152472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2798315378853152472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2798315378853152472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-young-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1084059499146694499</id><published>2010-02-18T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:29:17.485+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/S30IUcPhXyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/MxmUvTAT_pc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/S30IUcPhXyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/MxmUvTAT_pc/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439513072205127458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PES 2010 on my laptop is just AWESOMEE. Saved my week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1084059499146694499?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1084059499146694499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1084059499146694499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1084059499146694499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1084059499146694499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/pes-2010-on-my-laptop-is-just-awesomee.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/S30IUcPhXyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/MxmUvTAT_pc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7754447853814127327</id><published>2010-02-18T01:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:10:58.842+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody told me it is his right to be upset but not his right to be angry at her. I didn't agree but I can't not agree either. I mean what else could I have done. Why is it so? Why is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance paper was just the bomb. Why they set it so hard. I will never know. Oh wells, I can say I tried my best this time round although I'm pretty sure the best is still yet to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7754447853814127327?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7754447853814127327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7754447853814127327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7754447853814127327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7754447853814127327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/somebody-told-me-it-is-his-right-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5428268722243629742</id><published>2010-02-13T15:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:57:58.248+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I seriously wonder how life would be if I were born in the 1950s or 1960s. One thing for sure, I wouldn't be studying in a University. I see myself making a living pouring kopi in a coffee shop and eventually becoming the boss of the coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a wife.&lt;br /&gt;Copulate day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;Have 10-20 kids.&lt;br /&gt;And not even having to worry about the costs of their education because well, if you were good enough to enter a University at that time, it wouldn't have cost you a penny. &lt;br /&gt;And just whiling my time off smoking opium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Gst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5428268722243629742?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5428268722243629742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5428268722243629742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5428268722243629742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5428268722243629742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-seriously-wonder-how-life.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5427934852998678638</id><published>2010-02-09T12:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:04:32.364+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shot a basketball into the hoop from the halfway line yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twice.&lt;/span&gt; Can you dig it? Dig it dig it dig it dig it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. My name is GST and I shall rule the world someday. It will be mandatory for all peasants to smell my armpit after I finish a game of basketball. Awesomenessssss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tamade miss JB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5427934852998678638?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5427934852998678638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5427934852998678638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5427934852998678638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5427934852998678638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-shot-basketball-into-hoop-from.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7947496656360739155</id><published>2010-02-03T23:52:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:17:43.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is that I always get punished for helping people. I don't understand. I really don't. It's like God is telling me to stop being a busybody and just mind my own business but I know he isn't. It was just a gesture of goodwill but somehow it turned into a shotgun that went off right in my face. Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if there was somebody to talk to right now. Too bad. Nil. Taste of my own medicine I guess. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings, ramblings, ramblings and more ramblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7947496656360739155?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7947496656360739155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7947496656360739155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7947496656360739155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7947496656360739155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-is-it-that-shit-always-strike-you.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3074390045435364554</id><published>2010-02-03T20:13:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:51:20.642+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our last lecture of Business Finance. Summer school is really short. 12 weeks of stuff cramped into 4 weeks. In no time, we would be having our exams and then we would be free! For a week or so. Then the whole cycle begins again. Test, assignment, test, assignment. I'm sick of studying, really. Then again, the big big world that we have to face upon graduating scares me. Haha, funny how a big guy like me is afraid of so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my big toe today after class. Striking it against a twig and snapping it into two. Guess its my fault for being clumsy again. But guess who came out the better of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbling rubbish. Gargling plenty. Rumaging turtle. Listening owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of this hocus pocus shit. Gotta study. Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3074390045435364554?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3074390045435364554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3074390045435364554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3074390045435364554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3074390045435364554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-had-our-last-lecture-of-business.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2738689051174888467</id><published>2010-02-02T23:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:36:01.785+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first time I did my own sewing myself. My long-lasting berms finally gave way, I guess from too much walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because it reminded me of the time back in poly when I tore my jeans while roller blading without realizing it and travelled all the way from East Coast to Clementi before realizing it. The gaping hole was so big you could easily stuff a football into my pants. No kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept getting glances from people along the way especially while I was standing on the MRT. I thought maybe I was just looking good since I had put in some extra effort to dress up that day. My pretty new girlfriend at that time burst that bubble when she noticed the big catastrophe on my backside. By then, I guess it was really late. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berms fixed up. Checked. Something else's missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2738689051174888467?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2738689051174888467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2738689051174888467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2738689051174888467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2738689051174888467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-first-time-i-did-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8950927351978211092</id><published>2010-02-01T17:22:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:25:09.796+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arsenal 1 - 3 Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great expectations, comes greater disappointment. Guess that sums up the week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I did better than I expected in my Business Finance test. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8950927351978211092?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8950927351978211092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8950927351978211092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8950927351978211092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8950927351978211092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/02/arsenal-1-3-manchester-united-with.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8853152438059682359</id><published>2010-01-31T14:46:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:14:54.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a conversation going on between me and my friends the other day. I asked them whether they enjoyed the attention given to them by the guys in the club. One of them replied me that she liked it with a silly grin on her face. And my initial response was like why?! You already have a boyfriend! She replied, "Come on la, when my boyfriend is around, I cant even get these kind of attention. It builds up my self esteem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment in time, I just felt like walking over to her and give her a tight slap in her face. Of course, I didn't and I know that it will never ever be in my right to do so. But I just cant help feeling and thinking that way. Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, I just realized that this world is filled with enormous amount of bullshit. Its surprising why all of us aren't even waking up to the taste of bullshit at the tip of our mouth everyday. Oh wait, I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the very least I expect from you. I don't think its much. Not at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8853152438059682359?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8853152438059682359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8853152438059682359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8853152438059682359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8853152438059682359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-conversation-going-on-between-me.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-933304293356564486</id><published>2010-01-30T19:12:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:49:17.007+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first time I went to a 'clubbing' club without Penny. I always had this belief that the reason why I did not enjoy going to a club was because I had a girlfriend and I always had to keep a watchful eye on her. Its like people go into a club to chill and relax or just to let loose while I on the other hand get tensed entering a club and I relax the very moment I exit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought things would change yesterday because hey, i was going to a club with a handful of pretty girls and I was determined to just enjoy the experience without having to worry for my worrisome girlfriend. Man, I couldn't be more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes, we entered the club, we got a table, we sat down, they drank, we talked and mingled and then we hit the dance floor. Why people even call it the dance floor, I don't understand. If I had my way, I would call it the hunting ground. Because, when a group of girls hit the dance floor, guys or horny pigs just swamp towards them, ready for the kill like vultures. I can't say that I'm not a pig myself because after all, I am a guy and guys are just pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the story. So I was on the dance floor with four other girl friends and they were just dancing while I was just you know, trying to dance. Probably looking like I was having a spasm, shaking uncontrollably like a automated dildo. After a short while, the vultures began zooming in one by one. It was quite alright at first with the routine question of whats your name? Can I buy you a drink? I was kinda enjoying the show of social interaction, till the numbers swamped up. I was acting as a shield, jumping in between the guys and the girls when the guys got too close but there was only so much I could do for four girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really give two hoots what the guys were doing and how they were dancing at the back of the girls as long as they didn't have physical contact. That was that until this disgusting mother fucker came dancing along and laid his hands on my friend's boobs and made his way all the way down to the buttocks. She flinched but what was done was done. I got to her back and just shoved the guy and he tripped over somebody's leg and almost fell. I didn't know why I was so angry but I was ready to hurt that guy as much as I could. Just something about him touching my friend was so disgusting and hurtful to me. Well, in anyway, the guy steadied himself,came to me, mumbled sorry and disappeared into the crowd. I don't know why, maybe it was my height or the rage on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the guy left, I was still shaking with rage. I didn't understand why the guy even dared to do it. What the fuck did his parents even teach him since he was young. Didn't they teach him to treat women with respect? Even if they didn't, how could he just do it so blatantly in the public eye? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I was so pissed, my  friends tried to calm me down and we went back to the table. There, I suddenly realise that maybe my friend had been enjoying herself and I was just standing in the way of her having fun. At that moment, I just wanted to leave the club and go home because I felt too old for it. Maybe my way of thinking is just a couple of generations behind my own generation. I really have no idea. I told my guy friends back at the table about the incident and they were just like, this is a club man, chill. The only thing stopping me leaving was because I had promised my friend to look after his girlfriend which I did and I was just glad nothing happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, we went home with ringing ears and I went home not only with that but also two well taught lessons. Men are seriously pigs and clubs just ain't the thing for me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-933304293356564486?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/933304293356564486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=933304293356564486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/933304293356564486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/933304293356564486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-first-time-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2046706776435222544</id><published>2010-01-27T00:34:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:56:26.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I learnt a new trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody tells you that you did not hold your word. All you need to do is to reply, yeah, I can deal with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies? No no, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, summer has been awesome. Now, remind me why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2046706776435222544?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2046706776435222544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2046706776435222544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2046706776435222544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2046706776435222544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-learnt-new-trick.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1618984094691127539</id><published>2010-01-17T15:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:14:04.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how much I miss my family more than anything right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1618984094691127539?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1618984094691127539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1618984094691127539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1618984094691127539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1618984094691127539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-how-much-i-miss-my-family-more.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1217621946453765212</id><published>2010-01-05T16:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:25:41.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being in Melbourne without the hufty honey pot is just wierd to the max. An example would be me slowly discovering the wonders of freedom to eat &lt;strong&gt;whatever&lt;/strong&gt; I want to eat, &lt;strong&gt;whenever&lt;/strong&gt; I want to eat. Muhahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby and it's really nice to see you mingling in with my family as if you were where you belong. Ignoring the fact that the feisty temper within you was unleasehd by me, once again, it was a really nice sending off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out troopers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1217621946453765212?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1217621946453765212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1217621946453765212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1217621946453765212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1217621946453765212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-in-melbourne-without-hufty-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6513961897580040410</id><published>2009-11-14T21:37:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:51:03.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there, bad news, its the exam period. Good news, I'm already done with three papers so one more left. Crazy four days where I had three papers although it pales in comparison to the 5 papers I had in 5 draining days last semester. An episode I'd gladly forget all too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this time round, I gave it my all so hopefully everything turns out fine! Anyway anyway, the reason why I came in to blog was because of this really cool website I found! www.websiteoutlook.com.  It estimates the value of your website. I found it while goofing around the internet while one of my 'breaks' while studying. Typed in my blog and WALA it has an estimated worth of 876 USD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Sv6K_HbcSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kDyq07_PmxM/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Sv6K_HbcSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kDyq07_PmxM/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403909419821713762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT? And it also states that my blog has an average of 65 views per day! I didnt know I had so many readers.. Maybe I should just turn pro mannnnn. Haha, I'm kidding. A bit cranky I guess from too much caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to.. Have you guys ever had a caffeine overdose? I think i just had one yesterday. I literally downed a thick concoction of thick solid pure coffee plus one can of mother which is an energy drink in Australia equivalant to two cans of redbull. I wanted to stay awake for the whole night to work on my maths and boy did i stay awake. While writing equations and formulaes, I had to prevent myself from tearing the notepad into shreds with my ferocious writing. It was all good at first till the wee hours when the shakings came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands wobbling, legs wobbling. And that I was ok with. I was so tired mentally that it was fun to see my hands wobble. That was that, till the wobbling of bowels came and by that time, it wasnt funny anymore. Well the rest of the story you guys should know. Asshole hurts still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was thinking about something in the library this afternoon while studying for my last paper today. It isnt something that I'd normally blog about but I was thinking like what the hell. Why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like this, I just had a usual bickering session with penny and it was just a small one. In fact, I wouldnt even call it a bicker since thats probably how we communicate 99% of the time. The other 1% probably takes place during anniversaries and brithdays and valentine's days or maybe when we mistake each other for somebody else. That doesnt mean we dont love each other. In fact I love her like crazy, from the bottom of my heart. I guess thats just how we roll as a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the main topic. I was just thinking about how girlfriends and boyfriends can be such a burden to each other. You know like how boyfriends worry about their girlfriends getting hurt, taken advantage of by other guys while girlfriend just worry about guys being insensitive, neglective of their feelings and cheating on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it takes the joy out of a relationship doesnt it? I know I'm definitely not the perfect boyfriend. I'm quite a worrisome guy as what penny would say. I'm not the kind of guy who flies into a rage when penny talks to another guy but you'd definitely see a frown or two on my face if she went out with a guy alone. (OKK, i admit, a million frowns laaaa, (working on it)) Yup so we have our fair share about quarrels amongst other things. So in this way, I guess I'm quite a full luggage of burden for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for her, she gives me plenty of space to do my stuff. Mind you, like yards and yards and I appreciate it man. Football, badminton, gaming, drinking, gambling, she sucks it all up without an inch of complaints. A few centimetres maybe. BUT BUT.. There's always a but isnt it? Haha yes this time round it isnt any different either. Im not at liberty to say too much but lets just say.. When her temper flares up, she becomes the devil itself. Ok fine fine, back to my main point. Its about boyfriends and girlfriends being a baggage to each other but yet us humans always end up suckers for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking whyyy put up with all the misery? Why cant we just you know have like different partners and wake up in bed in the morning with different partners each day for the rest of our lives. We could even have plenty of 'mixed blood' babies. Just wonderful to look at! Now wouldnt that be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, no quarrels, no nothing. I'd like to state that by writing this post, it doesnt mean that Im sick and tired of my girlfriend or anything. I'd just like to let out steam from my bloated brain, just 'emptying the recycle bin', yet not losing every thought. On the contary, I find myself falling in love with this girlfriend of mine more each day. Especially when she just whipped up a pot of crazily delicous pork belly in ba kut teh style. What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a penny of my thoughs. With penny in my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6513961897580040410?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6513961897580040410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6513961897580040410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6513961897580040410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6513961897580040410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-there-bad-news-its-exam-period.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/Sv6K_HbcSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kDyq07_PmxM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-734065165897621546</id><published>2009-10-29T23:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:03:25.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SumSOsfa1oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Sujzn0C531o/s1600-h/leopard_cartoon_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SumSOsfa1oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Sujzn0C531o/s320/leopard_cartoon_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398006409539016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the saying that a leopard that never changes its spots? I guess thats me. Thats why i'm sloughing my brains out right now. Hate this really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm get you nowhere. Yes maybe somewhere. Towards hell I gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen long and listen good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-734065165897621546?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/734065165897621546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=734065165897621546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/734065165897621546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/734065165897621546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/10/ever-heard-of-saying-that-leopard-that.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SumSOsfa1oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Sujzn0C531o/s72-c/leopard_cartoon_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3107352011991579335</id><published>2009-10-19T21:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:15:51.224+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought a panasonic hi-fi set today!&lt;br /&gt;Cost me a grand total of five bucks! Now tell me, you weed smoking neighbours, why should I spare you the wrath of the woofer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stw8KK48fKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cRZzBEXEVxw/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stw8KK48fKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cRZzBEXEVxw/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394252599102569634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing weapon in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3107352011991579335?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3107352011991579335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3107352011991579335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3107352011991579335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3107352011991579335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-bought-panasonic-hi-fi-set-today-cost.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/Stw8KK48fKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cRZzBEXEVxw/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6105007555615818971</id><published>2009-10-17T10:07:00.022+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:48:35.364+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had been wanting to post this up since sometime ago but just didnt manage to go around doing it. During the school holidays this semester, penny and I went on a road trip to Gippsland where we just saw cows, grass, hills and ate and ate and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a hyundai getz which was the cheapest car available, however we were given a hyundai elantra instead. Its kinda something to be happy about as we got a free upgrade however the colour of the car was just downright bad. Penny termed it as the lao sai green colour and I quite rightfully agreed with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj-PdZ2KZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/HAhU39GbZUM/s1600-h/IMG_5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj-PdZ2KZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/HAhU39GbZUM/s320/IMG_5422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393340095320697234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our car and the female lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj-tk5svlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BFeTh2PTe_c/s1600-h/IMG_5418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj-tk5svlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BFeTh2PTe_c/s320/IMG_5418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393340612729421394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male lead who was exploited as a slave. Carrying every single shit. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj_hjqQVoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vS7dK2IgFjY/s1600-h/IMG_5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj_hjqQVoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vS7dK2IgFjY/s320/IMG_5429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393341505749407362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road. The safe driver keeping everybody safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAn7G5gEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xzGCmmo4zuc/s1600-h/IMG_5447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAn7G5gEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/xzGCmmo4zuc/s320/IMG_5447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393342714634403906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by this farmhouse which served the freshest milk! You get to squeeze it and drink it warm! Err, we didnt manage to drink it though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAoToR2qI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ChihN-nJUTQ/s1600-h/IMG_5450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAoToR2qI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ChihN-nJUTQ/s320/IMG_5450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393342721216862882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkApEwBpOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/g9B_lKKdnkY/s1600-h/IMG_5452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkApEwBpOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/g9B_lKKdnkY/s320/IMG_5452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393342734402692322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creamiest mushroom soup EVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAptkyzAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jrEaS6Ypp10/s1600-h/IMG_5459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAptkyzAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jrEaS6Ypp10/s320/IMG_5459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393342745361435650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horse and his dick =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAqF2n5UI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aIEuaBdlss4/s1600-h/IMG_5460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkAqF2n5UI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aIEuaBdlss4/s320/IMG_5460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393342751878669634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know.. When birds of the same feather flock together? This is one example. Why? Just check out the similarities between their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkMCiUantI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Wdyx03evas0/s1600-h/IMG_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkMCiUantI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Wdyx03evas0/s320/IMG_5463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393355266464587474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have the come and cuddle me corner which was kinda cute but smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkMD4oddsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rCE7SWROhaY/s1600-h/IMG_5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkMD4oddsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rCE7SWROhaY/s320/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393355289634109122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came by this village called loch village. In actual fact, it was just rows of houses and shops beside the main highway so it was really small. We walked past this dog lazing in the sun on the soft soft grass. We waved to it and said hi. It didnt bother noticing us at all. Who knew, after five minutes of walking we turned around to see that it had followed us and upon seeing us turn around it just rolled over on its back as if asking for a chest rub and penny answered his wishes. Andafter it was done with the chest rub, it wagged its tail a couple of times and just left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkMEa17WXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aSo4dpsRuFI/s1600-h/IMG_5481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkMEa17WXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aSo4dpsRuFI/s320/IMG_5481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393355298817399154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspension bridge which penny was afraid to step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkME5hrijI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PQGT04pSXaI/s1600-h/IMG_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkME5hrijI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PQGT04pSXaI/s320/IMG_5482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393355307053976114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hell of a tow truck. I wouldnt mind having this as my ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcU3ZsaAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALkIqi85TwA/s1600-h/IMG_5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcU3ZsaAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ALkIqi85TwA/s320/IMG_5495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393373173547558914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to check out the beach which was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcVS51bAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/apc6DQGOhGs/s1600-h/IMG_5516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcVS51bAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/apc6DQGOhGs/s320/IMG_5516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393373180930124802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Corny. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcWiZDVOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PWlPoGC1AIA/s1600-h/IMG_5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcWiZDVOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PWlPoGC1AIA/s320/IMG_5520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393373202267460834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me leaving a mark of malaysia on Australian soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcXLiHQTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-6ZT2T-e9jQ/s1600-h/IMG_5535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkcXLiHQTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-6ZT2T-e9jQ/s320/IMG_5535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393373213311320370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where we bunked for the night! It was a pottery where the potter rents out his cottage for extra cash. Pretty neat place with its own fireplace and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkegtMaLsI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AGFdH0f9Njg/s1600-h/IMG_5537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkegtMaLsI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AGFdH0f9Njg/s320/IMG_5537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393375575989169858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better view of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkehLoXWSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6zEcYmCgi9k/s1600-h/IMG_5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkehLoXWSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6zEcYmCgi9k/s320/IMG_5534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393375584159488290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staircase down the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkehy5VMBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d_lpkpX1NGQ/s1600-h/IMG_5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkehy5VMBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d_lpkpX1NGQ/s320/IMG_5538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393375594699632658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkeiTE8siI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FcXntY7opGQ/s1600-h/IMG_5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkeiTE8siI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FcXntY7opGQ/s320/IMG_5539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393375603338293794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkei5ccWxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/qMYcL4qZkuc/s1600-h/IMG_5540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkei5ccWxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/qMYcL4qZkuc/s320/IMG_5540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393375613637384978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallway and the door blocked by some pixie in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgOyFcXmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WbG5Qs0R-U4/s1600-h/IMG_5546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgOyFcXmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WbG5Qs0R-U4/s320/IMG_5546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393377467087740514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgOWbDKnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kGIHM-NGnZ8/s1600-h/IMG_5545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgOWbDKnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kGIHM-NGnZ8/s320/IMG_5545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393377459662170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgN4DndzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/v3ZERjSnKcM/s1600-h/IMG_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgN4DndzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/v3ZERjSnKcM/s320/IMG_5541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393377451510822706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgPfawTZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lnPpiyDa1gQ/s1600-h/IMG_5549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgPfawTZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lnPpiyDa1gQ/s320/IMG_5549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393377479256722834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to find miss daisy cow eating grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgPxQpnpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VjzLrqN_VfQ/s1600-h/IMG_5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkgPxQpnpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VjzLrqN_VfQ/s320/IMG_5543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393377484046179986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best fish and Chips ive ever tasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknSFG5ibI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4ItRBwmR60o/s1600-h/IMG_5565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknSFG5ibI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4ItRBwmR60o/s320/IMG_5565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393385220315122098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon pizza with damn nice chips! I also dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknSUB7pSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DGRTBapX1jg/s1600-h/IMG_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknSUB7pSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DGRTBapX1jg/s320/IMG_5544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393385224320820514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang moh fried mee. Decent dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknS3Sp-MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/i12F2Yyf-DA/s1600-h/IMG_5568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknS3Sp-MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/i12F2Yyf-DA/s320/IMG_5568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393385233786206402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came upon this trout farm and we went fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknTXRXHVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8KTgi8tWG3Q/s1600-h/IMG_5576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknTXRXHVI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8KTgi8tWG3Q/s320/IMG_5576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393385242370710866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me looking like a pro fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknUJZyeTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8Rxf9sWqmy0/&lt;br /&gt;s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StknUJZyeTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8Rxf9sWqmy0/s320/IMG_5577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393385255827831090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her FISHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko2WxYReI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2a8RMkSRmYE/s1600-h/IMG_5585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko2WxYReI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2a8RMkSRmYE/s320/IMG_5585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393386943043618274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught 3 fishes and now they are being washed up by this kind and scheming trout farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko3UcNPbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KfN5UCc20tc/s1600-h/IMG_5588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko3UcNPbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KfN5UCc20tc/s320/IMG_5588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393386959597813170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a free bottle of caviar cos penny worked her magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko31m-QqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ojMY5rZc9gs/s1600-h/IMG_5593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko31m-QqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ojMY5rZc9gs/s320/IMG_5593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393386968501338786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking the fish on the spot and eating it fresh was just pure heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko4VOtJwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hC8r8Daui6A/s1600-h/IMG_5594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stko4VOtJwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hC8r8Daui6A/s320/IMG_5594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393386976989488898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkqy6rvxII/AAAAAAAAAZM/laRDMo_nIvY/s1600-h/IMG_5597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkqy6rvxII/AAAAAAAAAZM/laRDMo_nIvY/s320/IMG_5597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393389082987447426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last tourist destination of the trip before we headed home. This is called the thistle bridge i think where everyyear they hold a feast here and have the longest long table meal in the world. Something on that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkqzboHYPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZmfzkpM6nQ/s1600-h/IMG_5601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StkqzboHYPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZmfzkpM6nQ/s320/IMG_5601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393389091830587634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I had to leave a mark. Tried to leave a hole in the bridge but apparently it didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkq0AbMGkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8eB1znqWpoA/s1600-h/IMG_5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkq0AbMGkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8eB1znqWpoA/s320/IMG_5489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393389101708483138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the finale. Im sure you guys have heard of the chinese saying, the crouching tiger and hidden dragon. I'd say thats like wayyyyy outdated. I present to you the awesome super man and his all terrifying super duper kick ass crane girlfriend of the century..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkq0h6F0XI/AAAAAAAAAZk/iuTQzQIOMp4/s1600-h/IMG_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/Stkq0h6F0XI/AAAAAAAAAZk/iuTQzQIOMp4/s320/IMG_5491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393389110696464754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6105007555615818971?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6105007555615818971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6105007555615818971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6105007555615818971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6105007555615818971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-been-wanting-to-post-this-up.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/Stj-PdZ2KZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/HAhU39GbZUM/s72-c/IMG_5422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5831303581771234152</id><published>2009-10-11T18:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:51:31.242+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StGOana06sI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zXDO4mpvmNU/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/StGOana06sI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zXDO4mpvmNU/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391246816848440002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a really long time since last time. Loads of things have happened and changed. Amongst the many things, I turned 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, through this 21 years of my life, I have gained a huge number of friends and at the same time lost a couple of friendships along the way. Its times when I let these friends slip past my finger tips when I wonder whether I have been a delight to my friends' lives or just another pain in the ass that they cant wait to get rid of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at church today when during the sermon the pastor pointed out that we generally hurt the people the closest to us the most. How ironic, yet how true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to call home to mummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, happy belated birthday guo sheng. You are 21. Time to buckle yourself down to the chair and study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5831303581771234152?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5831303581771234152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5831303581771234152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5831303581771234152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5831303581771234152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-really-long-time-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/StGOana06sI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zXDO4mpvmNU/s72-c/IMG_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5262892563705796133</id><published>2009-06-03T22:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:56:03.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chanced upon this video and I had to make a serious effort not to burst out laughing in the library.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8921086-5262892563705796133?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5262892563705796133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5262892563705796133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5262892563705796133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5262892563705796133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/06/chanced-upon-this-video-and-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8082317689037153322</id><published>2009-06-01T02:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:02:52.849+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking to my good o pals online somewhat left me feeling wide eyed. There I thought I was having it bad alone. But no, everyone's having a couple of stick shoved up their asses one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my language please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tossing and turning in bed one hour ago before I realised that it was going to be a fruitless attempt on heading to dreamland so I got up and read some notes instead. I cant say its been really productive but at least I tried. Then again, at times trying is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. And its the day that we go to church. Today's service was good because it stirred up some feelings within me. I made a promise to myself to stop swearing in order to be a better person. So far, I've probably broken the promise upteen times. Tomorrow's going to be a better try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home today and was just crossing the road. The red man was blinking which meant it was going to turn red soon but it was still my right to cross the road. A car zoomed straight towards me while making a turn, blaring its horn at me at the same time. I showed the driver my middle finger and probably mouthed the words, up your arse. I shouldnt have done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams oh exams.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me oh please.&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your coldness.&lt;br /&gt;The relieve once you slip past.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, cant you run fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;Run brain run.&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8082317689037153322?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8082317689037153322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8082317689037153322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8082317689037153322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8082317689037153322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-to-my-good-o-pals-online-left.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1408110318138037867</id><published>2009-05-26T00:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:01:15.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's way past my bedtime and I have a matlab test coming up in the morning. Stress level just a bit below below boiling point, going down as the clock ticks. I have the all annoying/superb cheryl leong sue may to thank for. Freddo's on the line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when I have all these thoughts rushing into my head so late in the night. My brain cells are running on overdrive. Now how do I shut them down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running running running. I wanna do so many, so many things for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay still, listen, have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1408110318138037867?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1408110318138037867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1408110318138037867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1408110318138037867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1408110318138037867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-way-past-my-bedtime-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1596445014831567264</id><published>2009-05-18T09:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:06:07.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has just rolled by. Four more weeks before judgement day. 5 papers straight in a roll. Wooohooo, the mere thought of it gets me high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Monday. Yesterday's Sunday. It wasnt just another Sunday. It was the Sunday that pretty much turned out into my 'some day'. Somehow the guy up there just had to get to me. And I'm glad he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new journey begins. And boy oh boy, my girlfriend makes the best apple cinammon cake EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1596445014831567264?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1596445014831567264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1596445014831567264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1596445014831567264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1596445014831567264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-week-has-just-rolled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5640755583139368299</id><published>2009-05-03T18:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:46:51.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days here are getting gloomier as the sun sets earlier and earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5640755583139368299?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5640755583139368299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5640755583139368299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5640755583139368299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5640755583139368299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-here-are-getting-gloomier-as-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8882289342106631846</id><published>2009-04-20T18:43:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:54:27.218+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The easter break trickled past just like that. Nope, no study done. But plenty of fun though!&lt;br /&gt;I went SURFING! Pom peet peet. Nearly died under the 6 feet waves, not to mention being rammed in the face with my board but anyhows it was cool cool cool cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played badminton! ACJC first doubles and malaysian national squash player whose dad is an ex national badminton player. Woohoo, kev yaw and yong, u guys are dead. Better train more before I whoop ur asses when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ben's birthday thru the weekend. Hope he enjoyed it! Happppy 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaw and kev and yong and jason. If you guys see this. Can you guys please let me know whether you guys are coming down to melbourneeeeee during ur JULY breakkkk. I'm dying to knowwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and for CYNTHIA TAN HUI MIN! If you still come by here everynow and then. The next time you are getting a tattoo please put a proper password cannnn. Now that monkey girlfriend of mine wants to get a tattoo too. Ka phui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama mia, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8882289342106631846?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8882289342106631846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8882289342106631846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8882289342106631846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8882289342106631846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-break-trickled-past-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1482283546437990680</id><published>2009-04-08T16:06:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:23:06.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages! Vroom vroom, warming up the blogging inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been bad bad bad. Tests and assignments due. One last paper to go tomorrow. C programming. What a drag. All the loops and hoops and loops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me a brain someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how the guys are doing. I missed kevin's 21st! Thats shit. But its ok, I'm pretty sure they were probably thinking of me ALL THE TIME during the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SdxPRcU7S0I/AAAAAAAAATk/bvlWiE9RhBo/s1600-h/my+art.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SdxPRcU7S0I/AAAAAAAAATk/bvlWiE9RhBo/s400/my+art.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322216020725418818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, they must really have missed me. HAHAHA. Its ok guys, dont need to paiseh. I know you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1482283546437990680?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1482283546437990680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1482283546437990680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1482283546437990680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1482283546437990680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-ages-vroom-vroom-warming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SdxPRcU7S0I/AAAAAAAAATk/bvlWiE9RhBo/s72-c/my+art.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3810463681031235156</id><published>2009-02-23T15:16:00.016+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:03:10.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! As most of you guys know already. I'm back in melbourne facing the scorching summer which is going away soon I think. Things have been good here although home'd be just a wee bit more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got back on a trip to adelaide to visit my big o'sis with porky. Well, anyone thinking that adelaide is just one quiet sleepy town, you are so so wrong. It was really fun! Going crabbing and eating and eating and picking strawberries. I cant really remember much about the details on what we did due to my ever terrible memory so I will just let the pictures do the talking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porky and her tourist picture after we arrived in adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnyoBbPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7XMaFjdAGgQ/s1600-h/IMG_6694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnyoBbPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7XMaFjdAGgQ/s320/IMG_6694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846875553885426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnWSKB-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s_GfbL4yQKg/s1600-h/IMG_6693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnWSKB-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/s_GfbL4yQKg/s320/IMG_6693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846867945981922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porky with the train tickets which took us 10 hours to get to adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnLWRByI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iqpcH-GsnGI/s1600-h/IMG_6655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnLWRByI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iqpcH-GsnGI/s320/IMG_6655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846865010427682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train station in melb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInm7fPOcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/I4rtDwY9o_s/s1600-h/IMG_6652.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInm7fPOcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/I4rtDwY9o_s/s320/IMG_6652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846860753091010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oysters in adelaide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIol_RFw-I/AAAAAAAAARk/gyDforb3Kjo/s1600-h/IMG_6721.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIol_RFw-I/AAAAAAAAARk/gyDforb3Kjo/s320/IMG_6721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847944099251170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porky and my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIol9XCbcI/AAAAAAAAARc/xEvI7n7nvtE/s1600-h/IMG_6724.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIol9XCbcI/AAAAAAAAARc/xEvI7n7nvtE/s320/IMG_6724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847943587327426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porky choosing her future yacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIolqwe0qI/AAAAAAAAARU/UA_ksPG1GDk/s1600-h/IMG_6720.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIolqwe0qI/AAAAAAAAARU/UA_ksPG1GDk/s320/IMG_6720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847938593772194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries that we just picked ourselves on a strawberry farm. freaking sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIrC4N30YI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e96TqzMQ4JM/s1600-h/IMG_6827.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIrC4N30YI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e96TqzMQ4JM/s320/IMG_6827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305850639446167938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good o'sis and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIolVPUg_I/AAAAAAAAARM/NyTtyE8K7Y8/s1600-h/IMG_6725.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIolVPUg_I/AAAAAAAAARM/NyTtyE8K7Y8/s320/IMG_6725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847932817540082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin cruise! We didnt take it but we just acted like we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIolD1hQaI/AAAAAAAAARE/rrBy5fbbwjM/s1600-h/IMG_6702.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIolD1hQaI/AAAAAAAAARE/rrBy5fbbwjM/s320/IMG_6702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847928145920418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call this AB termed after abortion because.. it looks like the product of an abortion?? it tasted good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpWH-sjjI/AAAAAAAAASM/SRdGoODR3Eg/s1600-h/IMG_6791.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpWH-sjjI/AAAAAAAAASM/SRdGoODR3Eg/s320/IMG_6791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848771071741490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch of the day. 4 Crabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpUDa-GHI/AAAAAAAAASE/1L9X7hM8N1k/s1600-h/IMG_6789.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpUDa-GHI/AAAAAAAAASE/1L9X7hM8N1k/s320/IMG_6789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848735488415858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpT4TvHLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/44hnnUDthek/s1600-h/IMG_6786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpT4TvHLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/44hnnUDthek/s320/IMG_6786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848732505283762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us crabbing and my lovely boxers as my sister always says. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpT6AUFXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wnGzTZ6Tdb0/s1600-h/IMG_6783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpT6AUFXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/wnGzTZ6Tdb0/s320/IMG_6783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848732960691570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meddling with the nets. It gets pretty messy at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpT4mZ9LI/AAAAAAAAARs/ykfrcMn4nkw/s1600-h/IMG_6782.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIpT4mZ9LI/AAAAAAAAARs/ykfrcMn4nkw/s320/IMG_6782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848732583589042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's best ravioli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIqmma41fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zPf-vvVfPKI/s1600-h/IMG_6842.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIqmma41fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zPf-vvVfPKI/s320/IMG_6842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305850153632585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to do hip hop on the strawberry field and ended up failing miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIqlZ-RuCI/AAAAAAAAASk/TtgpwkeuQ7w/s1600-h/IMG_6824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIqlZ-RuCI/AAAAAAAAASk/TtgpwkeuQ7w/s320/IMG_6824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305850133111486498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first catch of the day! A freaking blue crab. damn lucky i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIrDKyg3II/AAAAAAAAATE/IsY2sRmQ4-I/s1600-h/IMG_6787.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIrDKyg3II/AAAAAAAAATE/IsY2sRmQ4-I/s320/IMG_6787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305850644431690882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porky and her dying ambition finally fulfilled. To hug a koala bear. I got mine too. Hugging her fcuk bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIwDTroiGI/AAAAAAAAATU/MzPokiwAIGw/s1600-h/IMG_6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIwDTroiGI/AAAAAAAAATU/MzPokiwAIGw/s320/IMG_6815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305856144376891490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats nick, my sis's boyfriend and all of us. Thanks for everything in adelaide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIsW7VB4yI/AAAAAAAAATM/3FFCoGsoj6s/s1600-h/IMG_6820.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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaIsW7VB4yI/AAAAAAAAATM/3FFCoGsoj6s/s320/IMG_6820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305852083390505762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: As you guys can see the pics are pretty messed up. I'm so sorry about it but its so tiring to post up pics man. I give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3810463681031235156?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3810463681031235156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3810463681031235156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3810463681031235156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3810463681031235156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-people-as-most-of-you-guys-know.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SaInnyoBbPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7XMaFjdAGgQ/s72-c/IMG_6694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3652801190632299611</id><published>2009-01-30T16:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:20:47.301+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its chinese new year! Woohoo. Eat eat eat laugh laugh laugh gamble gamble gamble and down I go, sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything that I lernt in this chinese new year. Its the art of looking good in huge family photos. Over the past few years during chinese new year my cousins have always insisted on taking group photos on the first day and I never ever ever look good in them. Its either I'm not looking into the camera or I'm just busy looking retarded. After multiple seconds of pondering I realised why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people, taking family photos right, there are always two or three photographers standing down there and most of us would just try to look good for the camera in the middle and when the cameras go off at the same time, you probably end up only looking good for one camera while looking horribly off for the other cameras. The process repeats itself for every other photograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creates a situation where you would never ever look good in those pictures taken by the other cameras by the side. THIS IS WHERE WE MAKE THE HUGE MISTAKE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always always pose for the cameras by the side and not in the middle because those cameras by the side have a huge probability of belonging to your cousins while the middle one probably belongs to your most senior uncle or something. And its only those pictures taken by your counsins' camera that WILL EVER APPEAR ON FACEBOOK or some other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys learnt! happy cny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3652801190632299611?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3652801190632299611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3652801190632299611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3652801190632299611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3652801190632299611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-chinese-new-year-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-795939635183705630</id><published>2009-01-20T02:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:18:27.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read one report the other day where wealthy men give women more orgasms. www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/science/article5537017.ece &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it works the same way for men too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, I see a rich datin walking pass my house. Gtg! Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-795939635183705630?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/795939635183705630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=795939635183705630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/795939635183705630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/795939635183705630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-read-one-report-other-day-where.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5611393607399947328</id><published>2009-01-13T03:49:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:40:32.315+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoops. So much time has past by since my last post. Loads of things going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. Christmas dinners. Dinners with honey pot's parents. New year. New year dinners. You name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing first. Penny's back in melbourne already for summer school. I guess she took a whole chunk of me along with her because I feel like something's missing ever since she left. Not good not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, life's getting stale since the guys also started school last week. Running errands for my mum. Doing banking and marketing daily! I feel so... Professional! Haha, that is if you consider depositing cheques as banking and buying home groceries as marketing. Office boy would be the correct word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended belinda's 21st birthday party and it was fun seeing the guys again! But it also made me realise that I am turning 21 this year too. Damn, since when did I start getting so old. Not fair not fair. I still want to sit in front of the tv playing with my hot wheels, not giving any shit in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting two parking tickets in a week. Not good not good. Better start learning to look for proper parking lots soon. So this has been my life lately. How about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5611393607399947328?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5611393607399947328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5611393607399947328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5611393607399947328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5611393607399947328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoops.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-4329028335300358958</id><published>2008-12-19T02:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:22:24.794+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After three continuous days of braving the new customs, I am totally shagged. &lt;br /&gt;First day for badminton with kev the dude - my 'boyfriend' in honey pot's terms. The next to fetch my sister who finally came back from australia after one whole year. And the third which is today for shoppinggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing, I was so tired from lack of sleep though. Didnt do any justice to honey pot's meticulous shopping service. Will make up for it soon, promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are only going to get betterrrr alright! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO GUOSHENG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewww, so gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-4329028335300358958?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/4329028335300358958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=4329028335300358958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4329028335300358958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4329028335300358958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-three-continuous-days-of-braving.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5893656352938916638</id><published>2008-12-17T14:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:46:45.815+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks or more since I've been back! Badminton, buddies, roti prata and more roti prata. Nice life I have here!&lt;br /&gt;Woo, christmas is approachinggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, the new malaysian customs is up and it sucks GARGANTUAN time. if you dont know the meaning of gargantuan, google it =)&lt;br /&gt;It takes ages for you to walk out of the maze which is totally senseless considering people who are commuting would want to clear the customs in the shortest time possible.  &lt;br /&gt;Bucket loads of money thrown down the bottomless pit. I'm just wondering how much some officials pocketed out of this useless project. I'd love to be one though x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Some family even went to the customs to take their family photo. I'm just in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5893656352938916638?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5893656352938916638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5893656352938916638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5893656352938916638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5893656352938916638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-weeks-or-more-since-ive-been-back.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1068557203328279326</id><published>2008-11-21T16:04:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:27:24.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done! Finally i'm done with all my papers. Grades will take some time to come which should be a good thing I presume. Hoping for the best mannn. I was never so stressed up in my life before. Funny how I say the same damn thing for each exam I take. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal today! It was shit cos I played like shit. 5 mins into the game, my heart was practically screaming for an oxygen mask. That was how bad it was. Guess thats what you get after more than a month of sitting down and studying and munching on potato chips and chocs with red bull to accompany them. Cant wait to get back to jb and play bad with my buddies but it will be soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th I fly. 29th we play! Set k. Wooohoooo. Many many things to do before I go back and many many things to change, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1068557203328279326?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1068557203328279326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1068557203328279326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1068557203328279326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1068557203328279326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/11/done-finally-im-done-with-all-my-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-4894752005466868441</id><published>2008-11-16T18:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:18:19.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With biology and finance done. 2 more papers to go! Engineering and calculus. I totally dig them! Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-4894752005466868441?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/4894752005466868441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=4894752005466868441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4894752005466868441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4894752005466868441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-biology-and-finance-done.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6808749770619860392</id><published>2008-11-02T19:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:38:26.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that knowing shear's going back home tomorrow, the house feels particularly empty. Guess it's a mental thing. haha.. Anyway I felt a bit too adventurous today and cooked up a storm. Nah i'm kidding. It was just fried maggie noodles with mayo and egg. I was hoping that it'd turn out something like those jap noodles you get at the ground floor of taka but apparently I was dreaming my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is officially the last week of school. Exams are barking up our tails and roaring into reality in a week's time. Somehow, I still managed to enjoy a futsal session yesterday. It was hella hella fun but I ended up getting slapped with a huge fine for scanning an expired tram ticket without realising. How this world works, I'm just totally whacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words seem so useless at times and saying them out doesnt give me much comfort at all. I just want and wanted you to know just like how you'd wanted me to understand without asking why. Wait a minute, I cant do that all the time too to even begin with. So who am I to complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeeeee finance. Lick my balls, engineering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6808749770619860392?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6808749770619860392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6808749770619860392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6808749770619860392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6808749770619860392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-knowing-shears-going-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1627724493520037537</id><published>2008-10-26T16:36:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:44:45.972+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I manage to print some shit into my brain today. Just happy I got the old chuggy motor back in business. Slowly but surely I hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blog back in business! Makes me a happy 20 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples are killing me, much less the mushroom head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1627724493520037537?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1627724493520037537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1627724493520037537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1627724493520037537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1627724493520037537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-i-manage-to-print-some-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8484400100021706737</id><published>2008-10-22T19:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:30:06.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My posts seem to be coming few and far between these days and blogs are disappearing one by one each day. I guess that comes, as people hit twenty and I get less and less stuff to read and poke my nose into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, biology class today was freaking hilarious. Our professor gave us a whole list of names and we were to define their genus and species type. Its really the whole boring biology stuff that you just close your eyelids and doze off. That was till we came to this word on the list. BLUE FOOTED BOOBY. That caught my attention ;)I was thinking that it should be a trick question since there shouldnt be any organism in the animal kingdom named booby right! It turned out I was wrong and blue footed booby was actually a common name of the species of a freaking seabird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole tutorial class was pretty perplexed by how the name even came about. Sensing this, our professor said "You guys must be wondering how the name came about while flashing the bird's picture on the screen. Well these birds have blue foots, obviously and more importantly they are known to really really stupid, thus the name booby." At the same time giving a cheeky grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class burst out laughing. No offence meant to the ladies! Seriously, since its guys who like them anyway. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8484400100021706737?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8484400100021706737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8484400100021706737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8484400100021706737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8484400100021706737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-posts-seem-to-be-coming-few-and-far.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6867979115805705244</id><published>2008-10-12T23:08:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:08:11.452+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I celebrated my birthday last week! Had a blast! Thanks to potty and many many other friends! More pictures sooooon some day! Haha. Assignments are burning a hole in my butt. I lobang-ed the keeper twice to scored two goals during futsal! Ok totally random. Gotta sleep and go to class tomorrow. Study study everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHqyb07dVI/AAAAAAAAALc/37CJ_lnRAOY/s1600-h/IMG_6405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHqyb07dVI/AAAAAAAAALc/37CJ_lnRAOY/s320/IMG_6405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256240392302196050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHsDarGDUI/AAAAAAAAALk/4Zo_jv0lnQ8/s1600-h/IMG_6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHsDarGDUI/AAAAAAAAALk/4Zo_jv0lnQ8/s320/IMG_6411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256241783561915714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHsDhu_aqI/AAAAAAAAALs/Eab2MTut-wc/s1600-h/IMG_6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHsDhu_aqI/AAAAAAAAALs/Eab2MTut-wc/s320/IMG_6413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256241785457306274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHtNTbeyBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SgV7mHpCKIM/s1600-h/IMG_6410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHtNTbeyBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SgV7mHpCKIM/s320/IMG_6410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256243052927698962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHsD9EmKMI/AAAAAAAAAME/pJWIrwLrR_c/s1600-h/IMG_6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHsD9EmKMI/AAAAAAAAAME/pJWIrwLrR_c/s320/IMG_6419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256241792795683010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship's base on giving and giving and more giving. So if you miss that certain someone right now. Give him/her a call ;) If you think I'm talking about you, then I am talking about you! Pick up the blooooodyy phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6867979115805705244?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6867979115805705244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6867979115805705244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6867979115805705244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6867979115805705244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-celebrated-my-birthday-last-week-had.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SPHqyb07dVI/AAAAAAAAALc/37CJ_lnRAOY/s72-c/IMG_6405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7450975638747351967</id><published>2008-09-29T21:46:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:31:56.488+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the mid semester holidays for me. And one week flew past just like that! Road trip with honey pot and a whole group of new found friends. And they sure blasted us away. Good O' Malaysians. Kuala Lumpur, Selangor, Ipoh, just name it.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing's that they cant stand Singaporeans which we cant really understand why because we cant really see any difference. Oh wells. Took us as half singaporeans when we told them we've been studying in sg right since young. Some how or the other, we clicked rather well and it was funnnnn from then on.&lt;br /&gt;Squash state player, ACS 1st doubles player and third in nationals and a whole group of futsal kakis. WAHHHHH. To die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry yaw, yong and kev. I still miss you guys! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week of hols and lets just pray that I will grasp it hard and study my ass off to A-dom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, lets just be thankful to everything that has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SODIo8desRI/AAAAAAAAALU/VsbXovze7Vc/s1600-h/n510947660_805782_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SODIo8desRI/AAAAAAAAALU/VsbXovze7Vc/s320/n510947660_805782_2433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251417771264094482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7450975638747351967?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7450975638747351967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7450975638747351967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7450975638747351967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7450975638747351967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-mid-semester-holidays-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SODIo8desRI/AAAAAAAAALU/VsbXovze7Vc/s72-c/n510947660_805782_2433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7015124377899052058</id><published>2008-09-16T20:32:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:46:56.252+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAM! Another bullet right in the head! Life's a great shooter, this I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote to self : Never write about a bad day before the day has even ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7015124377899052058?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7015124377899052058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7015124377899052058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7015124377899052058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7015124377899052058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/09/wham-another-bullet-right-in-head-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3547426375012193882</id><published>2008-09-16T17:41:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:55:47.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SM9mbU-gBXI/AAAAAAAAALE/y3W__rcV1Ek/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SM9mbU-gBXI/AAAAAAAAALE/y3W__rcV1Ek/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246524710583272818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if life has a sniper where it just bides its time and waits for its target to approach. When the target does, it takes immaculate care to aim before firing away. Dozen of bullets punctuating everything in their way, tears the target ragged. Survival rate. Zero percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up, guosheng. Life rarely gives second chances. You dont want to be a loser for the rest of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3547426375012193882?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3547426375012193882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3547426375012193882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3547426375012193882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3547426375012193882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wonder-if-life-has-sniper-where-it.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SM9mbU-gBXI/AAAAAAAAALE/y3W__rcV1Ek/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6051578352360973344</id><published>2008-09-11T09:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:30:57.015+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, why are people so tactless when they just mention one thing up front and change their whole stance with a simple snap of their fingers. It just seems so much like a facade, everything, you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just had two mid year semester tests yesterday and its been stuffing me up for the previous four days. The test was pretty moderate but I think I just totally scruffed them up. I'm just really glad its over, then again I have to start thinking about the final exam already cos uni's always seem so much ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton anyone? I need some testerone around me man. Estrogen levels here are just so way too high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6051578352360973344?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6051578352360973344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6051578352360973344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6051578352360973344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6051578352360973344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-why-are-people-so-tactless-when.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2282367321124789797</id><published>2008-08-31T23:21:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:02:58.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SLqhxTpQKpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uIFE9bDxcjY/s1600-h/shuttle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SLqhxTpQKpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uIFE9bDxcjY/s320/shuttle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240678984857954962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to fulfill my long awaited wish today playing badminton! It was an enjoyable yet a forgettable event altogether. Well, we were told that by one shit-head that there werent enough courts for non-members to play yesterday and was told to come back today and there would be enough courts. So me and gerald obliged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned up and this similar shit-head told us that we had to be members to play which we had to pay a fee for a whole semester in order to play. Gerald wasnt very keen on it but I was really really dying to play so I couldnt care less and I agreed to be a member on the spot and signed up! Form filled up and I was told to hand over the deposit after the badminton session today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The courts were fine and shuttles were pretty good and there was sort of a system within the club where the good players played with each other and the average players just played in the 'general population' as I term it. I was put into the general population of course and it was alright although boring at times. &lt;br /&gt;So, after a number of matches, I gathered up all my courage and went up to the SIMILAR shit-head and asked if I could give it a go with the better players. In my mind, I was practically screaming "Just give me a try out or anything!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the almighty shit-head looked me straight in the eye and replied, " I will let you know."&lt;br /&gt;With that, my mind began to move very fast. I hadnt handed over the deposit to this &lt;br /&gt;shit head which meant I wasnt a member YET although I already used up countless of their shuttles in the past 3 hours but I still WASNT a member. That was the main point. This meant I didnt have to pay any fee or whatsoever. Which meant I could leave right away. And which I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with it! Screw you Chris nara or whatever your name it is. Thanks for the shuttles though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2282367321124789797?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2282367321124789797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2282367321124789797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2282367321124789797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2282367321124789797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-to-fulfill-my-long-awaited-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SLqhxTpQKpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uIFE9bDxcjY/s72-c/shuttle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1210517610366330721</id><published>2008-08-30T21:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:18:29.645+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the day when I saw people playing badminton and my heart went poom poom, poom poom. Reminds me of the days when I first went out on a date with honey pot. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to be there with ben and gerald to play with the melbourne uni badminton club as casual players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after 10, 20 mins of waiting, we were told that due to the limited number of courts, only members would be allowed to play today. What a let down! I was soooo looking forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the shit. Hope it goes well tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1210517610366330721?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1210517610366330721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1210517610366330721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1210517610366330721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1210517610366330721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-day-when-i-saw-people-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5682591478237304197</id><published>2008-08-28T15:02:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:31:49.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thought suddenly hit me today during my everyday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Uni&lt;br /&gt;Jiayaw's in Uni&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's in Uni&lt;br /&gt;Qiyong's in Uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowwwwww, thats big shit. In a few years time, we will be whacking shuttlecocks thats going to be bought by our very own paycheck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That is so.. Uncle-worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred plus coming right up. Check, check, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, bio suck balls.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5682591478237304197?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5682591478237304197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5682591478237304197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5682591478237304197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5682591478237304197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-suddenly-hit-me-today-during.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1151786794070226549</id><published>2008-08-21T21:31:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:12:30.757+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the fourth week of school and classes have been swooping past really fast. Uni's kinda a hard nut to crack. Or maybe its just that I'm a tat too dumb. How sad. Gotta stay focus. No shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to lay my fingers on a guitar! Even more so to jump into a badminton court and just play my ass off. So far, just no luck sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm supposed to be working on biology but I have been side tracking for a while and I cant really see a U-turn sign down the road so far. Will just have to do an illegal one then!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run =) &lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really miss you guys man, yaw, kev and yong. I passed by this restaurant one night and it was blaring How to save a life. Wah if you guys were here then nice. &lt;br /&gt;Should have drank more air katira while I had the chance! Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1151786794070226549?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1151786794070226549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1151786794070226549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1151786794070226549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1151786794070226549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-fourth-week-of-school-and-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5314332744684560241</id><published>2008-08-14T21:58:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:31:29.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a bit late but here I am! The day honey pot and me turned two was like 5 days back? What a journey when two years just shoot by in pretty much a flash. Well, I dont really have much to say to her here because I have said everything that should have been said already righhht? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty enjoyable day when we just went out and explored melbourne throughout and capped it off with a pretty interesting dinner in a lovely restaurant where we bickered over shit. hahahaha. Classic shit. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip around melbourne, we came by the beach where it was painfully cold with the wind blistering past us like nobody's business. We went right out to the jetty anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQidAP3AYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5uyaWCmJCks/s1600-h/IMG_6349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQidAP3AYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5uyaWCmJCks/s320/IMG_6349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234346548589429122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I tried to act retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQhx4iM8_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/bVTrMbFXjjU/s1600-h/IMG_6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQhx4iM8_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/bVTrMbFXjjU/s320/IMG_6351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234345807784506354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried copying me but failed miserably.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQh8wo_W3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ddq3SaJ-Hxk/s1600-h/IMG_6352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQh8wo_W3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ddq3SaJ-Hxk/s320/IMG_6352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234345994644052850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know, on the way to dinner when dusk was approaching, we saw a double rainbow which was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQjCyWpokI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sM9cuvFyrjE/s1600-h/IMG_6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQjCyWpokI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sM9cuvFyrjE/s320/IMG_6355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234347197694845506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it, the day that marked our 2nd year. Far from perfect but awfully comfortably nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silly girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQj-lMyyDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HSRMypPrcNk/s1600-h/IMG_6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQj-lMyyDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HSRMypPrcNk/s320/IMG_6323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234348224955992114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-5314332744684560241?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5314332744684560241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5314332744684560241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5314332744684560241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5314332744684560241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-bit-late-but-here-i-am-day.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SKQidAP3AYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5uyaWCmJCks/s72-c/IMG_6349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-816696552911267592</id><published>2008-08-10T23:27:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:51:42.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again! Life's been not too relaxing these days with lectures faster then a ferrari yet more boring than watching my toenails grow. Man oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's some pictures to where I'm staying with shear after so many requests! Ok, I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7vDiZncbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FSIJEco-2q0/s1600-h/living+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7vDiZncbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FSIJEco-2q0/s320/living+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232882661103989170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7v1jpyHhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bIGTejTt97M/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7v1jpyHhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bIGTejTt97M/s320/kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232883520433692178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cosy little room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7wBAbUQHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W0rjyUY_a8U/s1600-h/room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7wBAbUQHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/W0rjyUY_a8U/s320/room1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232883717136203890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not very cosy. haha but it will be after I get a table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7wKLvIn5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PObWrvUxx4E/s1600-h/room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7wKLvIn5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PObWrvUxx4E/s320/room+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232883874790940562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me feel right at home in this far far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7wz3uwP2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IXWPP6JNM0c/s1600-h/m%26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7wz3uwP2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IXWPP6JNM0c/s320/m%26m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232884590975139682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7w6_NBscI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YbyEKj532H0/s1600-h/m%26m+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7w6_NBscI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YbyEKj532H0/s320/m%26m+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232884713240244674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELTS X)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-816696552911267592?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/816696552911267592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=816696552911267592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/816696552911267592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/816696552911267592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-again-lifes-been-not-too-relaxing.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EzOemWluEE0/SJ7vDiZncbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FSIJEco-2q0/s72-c/living+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1477490745201245249</id><published>2008-08-06T22:20:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:01:58.199+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I am currently in Melbourne and I have been here for probably a week and a half. Before I go on.. I must say I really really miss roti prata a lot right now. Especially salleh roti prata. Kev, Yaw and Yong lets fix a date alright when I touch down ok! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the topic, I'm in Melbourne and classes have been on for a week. Its been tiring attending them, PAYing attention and also moving into my new place. Looking for furniture and household equipment has been hell. When I was home, everything's been so.. just there. Didnt even realise how much I took things for granted till the moment I touched down here. Anyway, I miss home and I miss badminton although I've been downing pizza every single day here so my tummy's quite well taken care of. My room's pretty bare right now with only a bed and a drawer. I've been table hunting these few days and the hunt goes on tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank all the peeps who came to the airport to send me off. Yaw and Yong not included, you guys supposed to be there anyway haha.. The taiwan/hongkong gang was super nice with a farewell card when I asked for one. hahahaha Mm so I guess thats about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta turn in so that I can concentrate for tomorrow's class! Its gonna be a tiring day with a grand total of an hour lecture! HOT SHIT! Thurs's my new favourite day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1477490745201245249?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1477490745201245249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1477490745201245249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1477490745201245249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1477490745201245249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-i-am-currently-in-melbourne-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2565561115499861926</id><published>2008-07-24T11:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:22:39.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reality check, its 24th of July. I miss badminton already. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2565561115499861926?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2565561115499861926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2565561115499861926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2565561115499861926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2565561115499861926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/07/reality-check-its-24th-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7900573773263534285</id><published>2008-07-19T01:17:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:47:39.911+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honey pot was looking at me earnestly going bonkers over teatime this afternoon like always. Doing stupid faces and acting retardedly when she suddenly mentioned to me that she's been wondering lately, why she fell for a guy like me when she always told herself that she'd want to look for a mature guy who would take care of her like an older brother.&lt;br /&gt;This left me with loads of doubts because I totally agree that I'm just an overgrown kid and between the both of us, she's probably the more mature one in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So being a guy that thinks so much, I spent the whole afternoon thinking why my honey pot would fall for such a guy that was so unlike in her dreams. So I think and think and think.. And I finally came to one conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SIC4pqyJvDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KgECu6YQOeI/s1600-h/esotrope-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SIC4pqyJvDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KgECu6YQOeI/s320/esotrope-c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224378593748565042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SHE PAJIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7900573773263534285?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7900573773263534285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7900573773263534285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7900573773263534285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7900573773263534285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/07/honey-pot-was-looking-at-me-earnestly.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SIC4pqyJvDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KgECu6YQOeI/s72-c/esotrope-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-9106475551555365487</id><published>2008-07-16T00:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:49:15.104+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got back my laptop from the service center today finally. My other, other half for the past few years. Went through almost everything with me such as being caught in class playing games and all the whatnots. Anyway, just glad to have you back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia's looming in my mind for the past few days and I'm getting tensed up over my apartment application which hasnt been approved yet. I have been calling the property agent in melb who's in charge, these few days and I realise how much they suck balls after today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called in the afternoon enquiring about when my application was going to be processed. And I got a big shock when the property agent told me that they didnt have my application form which I faxed over last week and actually called to confirm that they had received it TWICE. Damn it, that got me into hyper-fluster mode so I kept on repeating to the screwed up telephone operator that I confirmed with them that they had received. What does she mean by NOT HAVING IT. She didnt even bother explaining to me what the hell was going on. No no.. she didnt! Instead she delivered an ultimum, do you want to apply or not? Fax another copy over if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, fine, fax the bloody application all over again and everything'd be over or so I thought. So, I hurried over to my mum's office to do it. While faxing the application, my mum mentioned to me that a piece of paper faxed over cost at least 5 bucks. So, the application contained 20 pieces of paper which costs 100 bucks and I had to do it twice. That costs like 200 dollars on the conservative side. Malaysian ringgit that is.&lt;br /&gt;After making sure the application went through, I called the property agent immidiately to check whether they received it. And guess what the fucking lady told me?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm afraid I think you faxed it to the wrong number. The number we provided you is the incorrect one. Now why dont you fax the entire application to this new number. 8888888." There were only two words describing my feelings at that time. Good Game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SHy2oXMomUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3AXIc7ZCCCM/s1600-h/good+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SHy2oXMomUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3AXIc7ZCCCM/s320/good+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250472380963138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously utterly totally twirled me like a joke. On the hindsight, I replied the lady. Wow, thanks really. Sensing my sarcasm, she apologised and put down the phone with a click in a heartbeat. If my mum werent behind me, I would have hurled every single obscenity in my dictionary into the dead line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down with my head pounding and cooled down for a moment before I called the property agent hotline again. This time, another agent picked up, a guy. And I very very kindly asked him to help me to check for my application. WALA! It WAS ALREADY LOADED INTO THE SYSTEM. Adding onto that, he assured me that the number they provided me is in use.&lt;br /&gt;Damn that fucking bitch! Who said all caucasians are nice. Kiss my candy ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-9106475551555365487?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/9106475551555365487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=9106475551555365487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/9106475551555365487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/9106475551555365487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-back-my-laptop-from-service.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SHy2oXMomUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3AXIc7ZCCCM/s72-c/good+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8403511505848322178</id><published>2008-07-15T01:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:11:54.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.. After the long hiatus from blogging, i'm back! The last time i blogged was a couple of days before honey pot was back so you guys know whats been keeping me busy. haha.. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sent my laptop for repairs and I felt so lost with it the first couple of days. So, that explains my lack of blogging. Getting it back tomorrow so wheee! Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the mid of july already and shear left yesterday which suddenly made me realise that I'm leaving in no time. Kinda not too good a feeling. Damn it. I'd miss badminton with the guys, roti pratas and everthing sigh. Couple of months ago, I couldnt wait to fly out of this place, now aint too sure about it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop whoop whoop, less than two weeks more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8403511505848322178?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8403511505848322178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8403511505848322178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8403511505848322178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8403511505848322178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-7043071838788484998</id><published>2008-06-23T14:07:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:32:18.161+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Football yesterday with zb and ben! It was fun and heart breaking stuff man. Literally. I could swear that my heart was going to give way if I ran anymore towards the end of the match. Which by the way wasnt much anyway. wahahahaha. Ok, but it was kinda nice to chase after a ball around the field all over again, just like secondary school days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bad news though. Some guy stamped on my foot while tussling for the ball, sinking his studs right into my left foot. So my foot's kinda swollen right now and I have been limping around since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to do, I took a picture of my foot just to let you guys have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SF8kOv-NVTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9YEcD4CRe2I/s1600-h/swollen_foot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SF8kOv-NVTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9YEcD4CRe2I/s320/swollen_foot.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214926729332479282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after soccer, the three of us made our way to sooo many places before deciding on tian tian steamboat at bugis. And it's the most worthwhile buffet style steamboat I have ever eaten because we just downed and downed and downed buckets of meat as if there was no tomorrow. Even better if we were in Australia eating that though! Total happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys have already realised by now, that the pic of that foot aint mine. wahahahahaha. ok lame shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-7043071838788484998?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7043071838788484998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=7043071838788484998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7043071838788484998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/7043071838788484998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/football-yesterday-with-zb-and-ben-it.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SF8kOv-NVTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9YEcD4CRe2I/s72-c/swollen_foot.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6123964600990788523</id><published>2008-06-19T03:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:34:26.491+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised honey pot that I'd sleep early tonight since I was and still am feeling pretty sick. And I did, I went to bed at 10.30 and woke up at 12! How cool.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a bit of The O.C. and here I am feeling so damn awake like its seven in the morning. Utter torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zibin, bel, sara, loon and kelvin came into JB today and I brought them back home. It so happened that my grandma was cooking 'lei cha' today so I asked if they'd like to try it and they did. Funny thing is none of them heard of it before. If you guys have no idea what it is, well, it is an authentic hakka meal where you have fragrant rice mixed with five or more kinds of vegetables eaten with this special tea made out of herbs. Apparently, someone's dying to eat that. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the tea wasnt ready yet at that time and I told the guys to go ahead with the meal because the tea's kinda a really really acquired taste. I myself love it but I highly doubt that any of those guys would like the first taste of it as I used to loathe it. Stubborn zibin insisted on waiting for the tea and wala! when the tea was served up and stung his nostrils and finally touched his tastebuds, the look on his face was classic. Hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as expected, nobody was too affectionate towards the tea after one single spoonful. It took me like 19 years to grow to like that taste of it man. Now thinking of it, I feel hungry! Ok, not exactly..&lt;br /&gt;My tastebuds are pretty numbed out right now. Pissing offfff. To bed hopefully?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6123964600990788523?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6123964600990788523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6123964600990788523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6123964600990788523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6123964600990788523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-promised-honey-pot-that-id-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1740559905742150388</id><published>2008-06-18T01:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:38:54.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its funny how memories a picture bring up can just bring you crashing down with a snap of a finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1740559905742150388?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1740559905742150388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1740559905742150388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1740559905742150388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1740559905742150388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-funny-how-memories-picture-bring-up.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6619285022697525666</id><published>2008-06-17T16:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:56:13.055+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love's just like a roller coaster ride. I think jason said that once. How true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6619285022697525666?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6619285022697525666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6619285022697525666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6619285022697525666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6619285022697525666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/loves-just-like-roller-coaster-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8727099862130462003</id><published>2008-06-16T01:48:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:59:16.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received a couple of comments from my friends regarding my previous post. Some blaming my dad's friend's family, telling me that they felt for me being roped into such shit while some telling me that it was my own fault for being too soft. I'm not really sure which to believe but one thing that I'm damn sure of is, my sales career literally crashed and burnt the moment I published the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFU-s7WGqeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CfqxBTZi52E/s1600-h/people-falling-down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFU-s7WGqeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CfqxBTZi52E/s320/people-falling-down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212141085316786658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamins anyone? I carry protein products too! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been badminton-ing really often these days. Up to four times a week. Its been fun seeing the guys rather often too especially yaw when we just lie around and crap about every single shit in the world. Honey pot tells me that I'm getting really gay but I just think she's getting green. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a medical cheakup regarding the student visa yesterday with shear. And boy, were we left feeling cheated. The checkup cost like what? 50 bucks? All the clinic did was to take our body weight and height and maybe got the doctor to tap our tummy abit here and there. Then it was done! Just like that. Yup, just like that. No wonder kids grow up being told by their parents to be a doctor. Nice cash man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were each issued a receipt after the checkup and after walking a couple of steps out of the clinic, I just happened to be looking at the receipt and there it read. PREGNANCY TEST, 6 Months completed. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8727099862130462003?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8727099862130462003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8727099862130462003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8727099862130462003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8727099862130462003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-been-receiving-couple-of-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFU-s7WGqeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CfqxBTZi52E/s72-c/people-falling-down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6455682239752378061</id><published>2008-06-12T10:18:00.025+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:03:18.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A triangle full of shit</title><content type='html'>I wonder if you guys have heard about these Multi Level Marketing systems where salesmen selling health care products and whatnots rope in more salesmen or so called members into the 'family'. They tell you that in joining this 'family' you'd be able to get great commissions for each person you rope in and even from the sales of these people you rope in. Its a very good business where the money will just grow and grow and grow even when you stop working. Hell, even salesmen who passed away continue receiving income. Sounds too good to be true huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are introduced to this business are often attracted by the profits offered to them by these salesmen or con-men I'd like to think so. Not realising that they are just entering this vicious circle of multi level marketing bullcrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFB6TjpPB1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9QI2GIZDKUo/s1600-h/bullshit_pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFB6TjpPB1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9QI2GIZDKUo/s320/bullshit_pile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210799245271959378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These salesmen soon realize that roping people in was so much more profitable than actually selling the product that their company sells. So they end up trying all kind of fucking ways to get people to sign up and offer all these lucrative deals to them. It becomes a pyramid game where the more amount of members you rope in, the higher amount of profit you get. It'd be fun if you were right on top in the triangle but no no no, there'd be a 99% chance that you are basically at the end of the food chain or maybe somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, why all of a sudden did i want to blog about all these mumbo jumbo? Thats because yesterday on June 11th, yours truly, me just got roped/conned/forced into joining one of this fucked up crap. Depending on how you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have heard about all of these Multi Level Marketing crap since I was in the first year of poly and I was damn wary of it since some of my classmates actually practise this crap. So why and how did I so stupidly got myself joining this fucked up system that I totally didnt believe in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with an innocent phone call from my dad's good friend's wife asking me when I was going to Melbourne to study and everything. So, rushing past the formalities, I got a request by this auntie who I shall name C auntie to do her a favour by listening to her presentation on something. I was pretty hesitant about it because it sounded really ridiculous. Me? To listen to her present on some mumbo jumbo that I was never going to be interested? But she told me that it was just for practising purposes so that she can improve her presentation skills. Well, she succeeded in convincing me to listen so yeah we arranged a date whereby she will drop by my house. That was a damn stupid act on my part to even agreeing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faithful night finally came which was yesterday. She came and started talking to my grandma in the living room. Then the doorbell rang! What do you know! So coincidental, her son who happened to be in this MLM shit happens to be in the vicinty and drops by! By the way, their whole family is in this MLM jackass program other than the dad. So the son comes in and starts raving about cars and he had some pictures to show me on my com. I had some apprehension but not being rude, I brought him up to my bedroom to use my laptop. So he whips out this thumbdrive and proceeds on to show me the cars he took at the drift competition somewhere. You could see how sleekly he works transitioning from the cars to his car, to his success story and finally Multi Level Marketing!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFCFctRc3fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pOU4e79LV0o/s1600-h/bill+gates.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFCFctRc3fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pOU4e79LV0o/s320/bill+gates.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210811497103285746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listed out how Bill Gates once stated that walmart would take over microsoft as the richest company in the whole wide word and how Bill Gates declared that their company will take over walmart in the next ten years. He listed the profits, the incentives, the tour packages, the excitement, the achievement. Impressive stuff. Just that maybe he choosed not to point out how many bodies he probably stepped over in order to acheive all these. He then very smoothly, pulled out a sheet of form from his expensive looking briefcase asking me to fill it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like what is this? He says, its just a form fill in your particulars, I want to know you better and stuff. So I was like.. Isnt this some membership form? Not blushing a single bit, he replied yes it is and all you need to do is to pay 85 bucks for a year's worth of membership. To hell with it man, i do not want to pay you a single cent to plough into your triangle game. &lt;br /&gt;Of course I didnt say that but I told him I wasnt sure about this whole thing but I was damn sure I didnt want to be in it. Gave him all sorts of excuses but he wouldnt budge! Finally after half an hour of going nowhere, I realised he wouldnt give up and as you guys already know, I gave him 85 bucks to sign me up in some hocus pocus monkey shit I loathed. Dont ask me why I did it, I'd be at a loss of words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the mummy and son team left my house swiftly after I paid up which made me realised, I didnt even talk to C auntie the entire night! It was a set up all along. Which made me rewind, how my parents always turned down their invitation to join this MLM crap. And guess what, my parents are in China on a business trip this very moment. They probably heard it from the dad and saw it as an opportunity the moment they heard my parents were overseas. 85 bucks may not be a lot of money but seriously, they disgust me. If it werent for my dad, I'd call them a family of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFCD57VWzRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pMmMOa7LKzU/s1600-h/oh_shit-759720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFCD57VWzRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pMmMOa7LKzU/s320/oh_shit-759720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210809800070712594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an sms from the son telling me how glad he is to know me and how he feels that I have the makings of a successful man and I'm destined to be successful. Come on, spare me all these. Does he think that my balls'd swell to the size of a coconut after hearing all the lavish praises? I'd be a one day old retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6455682239752378061?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6455682239752378061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6455682239752378061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6455682239752378061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6455682239752378061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wonder-if-you-guys-have-heard-about.html' title='A triangle full of shit'/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SFB6TjpPB1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9QI2GIZDKUo/s72-c/bullshit_pile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2142472778738530494</id><published>2008-06-09T02:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:39:49.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Badminton was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat was cool!&lt;br /&gt;Eighth world wonder passed!&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, its the ninth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not making any sense really. Lets sock this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2142472778738530494?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2142472778738530494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2142472778738530494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2142472778738530494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2142472778738530494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/badminton-was-fantastic-mahjong-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2332381235699220938</id><published>2008-06-02T14:50:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:17:29.685+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! Oh ok, that happened like almost a week ago. I got to play badminton during the weekend and it was absolutely ball withering. I played like shit! Or so I think.  &lt;br /&gt;More, more, more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding back, graduation took place last week and it was fun seeing all the guys again, took some funky photos which I will take sometime to post it online due to my faulty laptop. But it will come, someday.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things to do before july comes! I will have to go to cherryland to hunt down one cheapass diary and also snap up some dirtcheap polaroid camera on ebay before then. Grins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2332381235699220938?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2332381235699220938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2332381235699220938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2332381235699220938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2332381235699220938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-oh-ok-that-happened-like-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-1932789313933994699</id><published>2008-05-26T16:40:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:58:56.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom goes shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SDpe9X8Z_OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zUU_4upD34w/s1600-h/IMG_6129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SDpe9X8Z_OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zUU_4upD34w/s200/IMG_6129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204576727872437474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wham! Two weeks went past just like that. I'm heading home tomorrow and although I cant wait to get my hands on my badminton racket and do a couple of ear splitting, speed barrier breaking smashes, it is ultimately going to suck to leave. &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere somehow, I think time cheats. It speeds up during the good times and just practically slows to a crawl when times arent so good. Oh well, we just have to learn to be contended. It's been a fruitful two weeks and I'm going to miss you so so so much honey pot.&lt;br /&gt;God bless us, everyone. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-1932789313933994699?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1932789313933994699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=1932789313933994699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1932789313933994699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/1932789313933994699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/05/wham-two-weeks-went-past-just-like-that.html' title='Tom goes shopping'/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SDpe9X8Z_OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zUU_4upD34w/s72-c/IMG_6129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6594636548305797316</id><published>2008-05-19T16:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:07:06.142+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Melbourne! Life's been good so far and the food here is gooooood. The hotdogs, burgers, foldovers and the souffler. Finger licking, tongue smacking good. haha. Flying here was a lonely affair although there was kev, yaw and regina at the airport which made it hell more enjoyable. Thanks! Other than that, the flight overnight was just something I'd want to forget all too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;First sight in Melbourne City on the Skybus was unforgettable. 8 girls or more pouncing about wearing aprons on the street. Nothing much to shout about till you realise that they were wearing aprons only, not a thread more. Their buttocks were shining brightly and boobs exposed to the cold cold wind. It was a wow wow wit treat.&lt;br /&gt;Time here is passing so fast that I havent had time to catch my breath. Till next time! &lt;br /&gt;Badminton when I get back k pals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6594636548305797316?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6594636548305797316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6594636548305797316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6594636548305797316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6594636548305797316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-melbourne-lifes-been-good-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-6556060245371829942</id><published>2008-05-08T00:49:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:06:11.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the Taiwan/Hongkong pictures again today and I came across this interesting picture which just made me laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip in hongkong, we were assigned to two guys to a room and I was paired up with my dear friend yewming. He's a really really nice guy although he has his moments HAHA.. &lt;br /&gt;So there was this night when we came back to the room after touring the streets for the whole day and we bathed. TOOK TURNS. and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;I crashed onto bed and just as I was dozing off.. Yew Ming suddenly exclaimed "alamak, why you do that!" And I woke up with a start. Yew ming continued " Didnt your mum tell you! Never to place your shoes so neatly in a hotel if not those kind of things will start wearing your shoes in the middle of the night!" while pointing at my shoes lying beside my bed. And I was like "..... you woke me up just for this shit?"&lt;br /&gt;He basically ignored what I said and asked "I help you mess up your shoes for you ok?" &lt;br /&gt;Clearly, after a whole day of walking, I couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SCHC86qGXqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mgmOK4Bf3eU/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SCHC86qGXqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mgmOK4Bf3eU/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197649796756037282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-6556060245371829942?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6556060245371829942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=6556060245371829942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6556060245371829942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/6556060245371829942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-browsing-through-taiwanhongkong.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SCHC86qGXqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mgmOK4Bf3eU/s72-c/IMG_1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2491225569894670452</id><published>2008-05-06T16:19:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:20:35.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess this is long overdue. Haha, somehow i just never managed to upload the taiwan's trip pictures onto my com till today but here it is! I was planning to showcase the fabulous food there but somehow not much pictures were taken by my cam i think. Nevertheless, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first desert shop we entered in taiwan and it was freaking delicious! But sadly, I couldnt find the pictures of the dessert. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7QZupTFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PZlMyq2Ebvk/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7QZupTFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PZlMyq2Ebvk/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197148754211851346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork on hotplate served in a hawker centre. Hot stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7QpupTGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DU1TFuXdzNM/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7QpupTGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DU1TFuXdzNM/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197148758506818658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous set meal you get in the toilet restaurant. The shit is as real as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7Q5upTHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v7pkeu1zZ5k/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7Q5upTHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v7pkeu1zZ5k/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197148762801785970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah here paid extra to drink out of a urinary vase if thats what you call it. People are supposed to stick their wee wee in it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7RJupTII/AAAAAAAAAHE/RC7pFFWYqaM/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7RJupTII/AAAAAAAAAHE/RC7pFFWYqaM/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197148767096753282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zibin trying to be funny. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SCABP5upTQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zYgB4asGg-I/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SCABP5upTQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zYgB4asGg-I/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197155342691683586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7RZupTJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3f3pE8GtRI0/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7RZupTJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3f3pE8GtRI0/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197148771391720594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_8dpupTKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AXvi71XuJw4/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_8dpupTKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AXvi71XuJw4/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197150081356745890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more Pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_8fpupTMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WRGukoBVy10/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_8fpupTMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WRGukoBVy10/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197150115716484290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream that taste awfully like mcdonalds but hell we gotta give them credit for the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_8gJupTNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d34cZz3l8zc/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_8gJupTNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/d34cZz3l8zc/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197150124306418898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats about it! I know its really damn depressing that after all the raving on Taiwan's food, I only have a handful of pictures. I was just too engrossed in swallowing food that I couldnt bother to snap pictures of them but the girls sure did during the trip so... I will get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now before I end this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_9TZupTPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rjlqQkRwwYY/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_9TZupTPI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rjlqQkRwwYY/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197151004774714610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why. Why it took so long for me to even realise that fireworks were shooting anyhow between these two during the whole freaking trip. x)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2491225569894670452?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2491225569894670452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2491225569894670452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2491225569894670452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2491225569894670452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-guess-this-is-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SB_7QZupTFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PZlMyq2Ebvk/s72-c/IMG_1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3606788925529751857</id><published>2008-05-06T01:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:42:42.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if you guys have heard about Paula Abdul who totally screwed up during Amrican Idol. There, she was commenting about how she liked John Castro's first song of the night while the second song was pitchy and just not there.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong there yeah. The problem? John Castro sang only just one song and hadnt sung the second. How cool, now she's known as the oracle who predicts the future. woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been mundane these days with harry potter to keep me company. Funny how i get so lethargic these days all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Badminton sooooooooonnnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3606788925529751857?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3606788925529751857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3606788925529751857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3606788925529751857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3606788925529751857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wonder-if-you-guys-have-heard-about.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-8307426031079027008</id><published>2008-05-04T18:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:19:16.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew wit, Its the fourth of may. &lt;br /&gt;4 more days to mum's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;7 more to mother's day. &lt;br /&gt;and 10 more before I see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past couple of days have been fun. Badminton was hot. Mahjong was sizzling. Chelsea kicking Liverpool's ass was downright mouthwatering. And Ironman was just cold =/ Not too bad a movie though! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly time fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-8307426031079027008?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/8307426031079027008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=8307426031079027008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8307426031079027008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/8307426031079027008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/05/whew-wit-its-fourth-of-may.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-4068008015413880957</id><published>2008-04-27T20:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:36:15.927+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April's finally coming to an end. Its passing so slowly, I have the feeling it's trying to punk me. Anyway NTU's all done with their papers and badminton soon I guess except for Kev the dude who's still stuck till may. Good luck pal, my heart's with ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of stuff I'd like to mention..&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong with Shear and Jason came to a watery ending when we had to gulp down mugs and mugs of water. Shear's ability to down water is as impressive as it gets man. Water queen.   &lt;br /&gt;Took a while for my pee to turn back to its healthy colour that night. Disgusting as it is, IT IS absolutely IMPORTANT FOR YOUR PEE TO BE SLIGHTY YELLOWISH ALRIGHT. Quoted from my secondary school biology teacher, Mrs Tee. That said, I easily visited the toilet 6 or 7 times in an hour. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair like finally. Guess thats about it. Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-4068008015413880957?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/4068008015413880957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=4068008015413880957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4068008015413880957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/4068008015413880957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprils-finally-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2826998947392606976</id><published>2008-04-20T13:07:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:13:43.568+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SAq0z3rKsCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qDqhvKYpmpM/s1600-h/PMO1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SAq0z3rKsCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qDqhvKYpmpM/s200/PMO1617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191160323709251618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : My dad left my mum for a 31 year old model, a male model.                                                -Blaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2826998947392606976?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2826998947392606976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2826998947392606976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2826998947392606976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2826998947392606976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-of-day-my-dad-left-my-mum-for-31.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SAq0z3rKsCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qDqhvKYpmpM/s72-c/PMO1617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-2161932284775936639</id><published>2008-04-14T01:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:11:22.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SAIikZF3j9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/h9nybZ-5MXc/s1600-h/snowball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SAIikZF3j9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/h9nybZ-5MXc/s200/snowball.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188747729290366930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the stubborn blackheads on my forehead are so easily popped off these days like daisy heads with just a poof. I'm sure you would have loved to do it personally. Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-2161932284775936639?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2161932284775936639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=2161932284775936639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2161932284775936639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/2161932284775936639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-how-stubborn-blackheads-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/SAIikZF3j9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/h9nybZ-5MXc/s72-c/snowball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-5206114237790373928</id><published>2008-04-10T14:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:05:27.108+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some video I chanced upon while blog hopping and it was hot stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8921086-5206114237790373928?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5206114237790373928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=5206114237790373928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5206114237790373928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/5206114237790373928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-video-i-chanced-upon-while-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3434965450672116382</id><published>2008-04-10T00:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:02:38.494+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The clouds of the passing thunderstorm have just rolled past and the feeling's pretty uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;It was just hell when the rain was at the strongest. Wonder when's the next one coming by but I sure hope it takes eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been monotonous these days with the guys busy with their exams coming right after their tails and its been daily data entries for me, helping mum. Although i'm going at quite a sorry ass-ed pace - I'm already a week behind schedule but hell, I will try to complete it tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught this old korean movie and it was really sweeet. This student was trying to hide the fact that he smoked from the discipline master and he actually digged his asshole hoping to cover the smell. What made it even funnier, he took a sniff at it himself to see whether the stench was strong enough and it totally worked! Hot stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its pretty stupid saying this right now but I cant wait to get back to the books right now although, I'd probably be cursing when its really time to study. Oh wells, people are just born fan jian arent we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, its april the ninth. Shear turns 20! And we too turn 20. How old already. I mean us. Oops, different unit value la. Years and months sure make heaven of a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3434965450672116382?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3434965450672116382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3434965450672116382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3434965450672116382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3434965450672116382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/04/clouds-of-passing-thunderstorm-have.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921086.post-3726868339943479310</id><published>2008-04-08T12:43:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:03:08.931+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Past couple days have been spent with kev the perv.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder thighs and lightning twigs were on the menu. Oops&lt;br /&gt;Badminton was 'breathtaking' on my part this time round, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, time sure takes its own sweet self to crawl by.&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes..&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough,&lt;br /&gt;The tough gets going.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.. I was never born tough leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I need some chest hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/R_tQ3bi14gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rJTAht9IcuI/s1600-h/chest+hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186828309064180226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/R_tQ3bi14gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rJTAht9IcuI/s200/chest+hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/R_rhxLi14fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YoNRl3Aa1YU/s1600-h/chest+hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921086-3726868339943479310?l=somebodysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3726868339943479310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921086&amp;postID=3726868339943479310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3726868339943479310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921086/posts/default/3726868339943479310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somebodysay.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-couple-days-have-been-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>GST</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10438814069990210472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_EzOemWluEE0/R_tQ3bi14gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rJTAht9IcuI/s72-c/chest+hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
