<?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-2733274720384348572</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:15:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISASA PISASA PISASA oioi!</title><subtitle type='html'>I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow... ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5999965279610002550</id><published>2009-08-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:16:25.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT TO BLOG CAUSE MY LIFE IS LIKE SO BORING.JUST WANTED TO SAY....&lt;br /&gt;TMR IS OPENING!!!! AND DANIEL NG MING ZHONG BEAT ME IN THE CLB COMPOSITION BY 1 MARK!!! MAKING HIM THE TOP SCORER IN CLASS!!!! HAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5999965279610002550?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5999965279610002550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5999965279610002550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5999965279610002550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5999965279610002550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-really-know-what-to-blog-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH 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have not passed on MJ...your immortal...for a part of you will always live in our hearts for as long as we live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Heal The World"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's A Place In&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That It Is Love&lt;br /&gt;And This Place Could&lt;br /&gt;Be Much&lt;br /&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And If You Really Try&lt;br /&gt;You'll Find There's No Need&lt;br /&gt;To Cry&lt;br /&gt;In This Place You'll Feel&lt;br /&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are Ways&lt;br /&gt;To Get There&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Want To Know Why&lt;br /&gt;There's A Love That&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Lie&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Strong&lt;br /&gt;It Only Cares For&lt;br /&gt;Joyful Giving&lt;br /&gt;If We Try&lt;br /&gt;We Shall See&lt;br /&gt;In This Bliss&lt;br /&gt;We Cannot Feel&lt;br /&gt;Fear Or Dread&lt;br /&gt;We Stop Existing And&lt;br /&gt;Start Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then It Feels That Always&lt;br /&gt;Love's Enough For&lt;br /&gt;Us Growing&lt;br /&gt;So Make A Better World&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Dream We Were&lt;br /&gt;Conceived In&lt;br /&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;br /&gt;And The World We&lt;br /&gt;Once Believed In&lt;br /&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;br /&gt;Then Why Do We Keep&lt;br /&gt;Strangling Life&lt;br /&gt;Wound This Earth&lt;br /&gt;Crucify Its Soul&lt;br /&gt;Though It's Plain To See&lt;br /&gt;This World Is Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Be God's Glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Could Fly So High&lt;br /&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;br /&gt;In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;I Feel You Are All&lt;br /&gt;My Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Create A World With&lt;br /&gt;No Fear&lt;br /&gt;Together We'll Cry&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tears&lt;br /&gt;See The Nations Turn&lt;br /&gt;Their Swords&lt;br /&gt;Into Plowshares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Could Really Get There&lt;br /&gt;If You Cared Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;br /&gt;To Make A Better Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7229892371079766159?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7229892371079766159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7229892371079766159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7229892371079766159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless The Broken Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2500371080246894189?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2500371080246894189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2500371080246894189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2500371080246894189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2500371080246894189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4857776806229488754</id><published>2009-06-12T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:28:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SjIfiIniugI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FIGfZKuetRg/s1600-h/Image025.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/_PIPP1qceFvs/SjIfiIniugI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FIGfZKuetRg/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346370378931550722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SjIfh0w25bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UaT6MNqCfd4/s1600-h/Image026.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/_PIPP1qceFvs/SjIfh0w25bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UaT6MNqCfd4/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346370373601912242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;alan ah....this is for you...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4857776806229488754?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4857776806229488754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4857776806229488754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4857776806229488754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4857776806229488754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/06/alan-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SjIfiIniugI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FIGfZKuetRg/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2779231980217308272</id><published>2009-06-05T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:59:21.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST WANTED TO SAY, I APPRECIATE THE CONCERN GIVEN BY ALL MY FRIENDS, THANKS YOU SO MUCH MUCH MUCH. YOU GUYS AND GIRLS ROCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i love recording short song clips using msn conversations. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last but not least. i simply adore internet chat(more of singing actually) sessions with jeremy yeo! haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2779231980217308272?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2779231980217308272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why, i find the video hilarious, but the song is like so good. credits to keneth.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Uq3nI11w4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/1Uq3nI11w4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1099791846260634046?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' 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HAHA! OLD AH GONG LIAO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7528407978621094028?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7528407978621094028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7528407978621094028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7528407978621094028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7528407978621094028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-jeremy-yeo-16-lo-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1618348782419737607</id><published>2009-05-29T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:46:08.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THE WEEK WAS......URGH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; PTM WAS CRAP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so glad the week is over.  i bet you missed me people! xD. i have nothing to say, all the things i want to say? are way too personal and privately confidential to say. what the hell is the use of this blog then huh... i cannot even pour out all the things im thinking onto this blog... tsk...anyways... my new motto is **** LIKE AND *****, STUDY LIKE A NERD! :D guess the asterisks right and you get a million dollars from me. :D anyways, pass week was a blurr, so shall not elaborate. BYEBYE PEOPLE! UPDATE SOON! "REAL" SOON! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;p.s/giving up will just truly mean i have failed,so ya, just not an option for me. nothing will get through to me now. i've made up my mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UopRQumeyhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/UopRQumeyhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/2733274720384348572-1618348782419737607?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1618348782419737607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1618348782419737607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1618348782419737607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1618348782419737607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-was.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1796722380946642230</id><published>2009-05-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:28:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIATUS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1796722380946642230?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1796722380946642230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1796722380946642230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1796722380946642230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1796722380946642230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-word-hiatus-d.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1495126061116174644</id><published>2009-05-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:09:40.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I AM SO BORED.........................SOMEONE TALK ME......................SO LAZY TO BLOG........ hai.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yups, exams are so like wth... dont know how to describe, countless papers i know i will do terribly. im such a freaking no life... urgh... me thinks i need to have a new direction in life... lol... anyways...    TMR IS MOTHER'S DAY!  and i know im super filial. so me and my brother are bringing out my mother for lunch. haven decide yet the location. but its basically a place my mother will never go to eat! :D so ya... prepared to spend a freaking bomb... but obviously my bro pay more... he got army money mah.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights, just a quick update... gotta go, shall post more after exams! byeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;p.s/ tmr is the 10th! say it with me! tmr is the 10th! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A SHORT STORY OF LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;i that story does not make you smile... i dont know what can... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;last quote of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1495126061116174644?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1495126061116174644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1495126061116174644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1495126061116174644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1495126061116174644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7864754858659226215</id><published>2009-05-05T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:48:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SS IS OVER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;PHYSICS IS OVER! :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;ENGLISH IS OVER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7864754858659226215?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7864754858659226215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7864754858659226215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7864754858659226215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7864754858659226215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/05/ss-is-over-d-physics-is-over-english-is.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4900000600066032317</id><published>2009-05-01T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:41:00.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promise to update soon. very tired from tuition... labour day become tuition day for me.... sian-ed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss." :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4900000600066032317?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4900000600066032317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4900000600066032317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4900000600066032317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4900000600066032317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/05/promise-to-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1507071659465426504</id><published>2009-04-25T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:32:32.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just ended tuition, which start at like 9.30am? sian.... i feel like im so involved in many stuff nowadays, but then i dont even know what is going on? i know its bout me somehow, i just dont know what the toooot it means! what should i do? where should i go?what is happening? just tell me directly please? i prefer it that way, cause i tend to ponder and ponder and ponder, think and think and think , and its just STUCKSTUCKSTUCK in my mind... urgh... hope it will be over soon. i will do my best, just know that i will do my best to solve it with you.tell me please? ;(        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( I SOUND LIKE PEI SAN!and maybelline aliittle oso. LOLOLOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause you had  a bad day... haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people dont judge me and the people around me,people i hold dear and love, when you dont know anything! toot-ing! gossipers, go and gossip bout your own parents la. and trust me when i say i will walk up to your face and insult you in ways so much more hurting than you can ever imagine. you people suck,seriously.i thought we were friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again, cause you had a bad day... ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1507071659465426504?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1507071659465426504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1507071659465426504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1507071659465426504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1507071659465426504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-ended-tuition-which-start-at-like.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4586251300399242743</id><published>2009-04-23T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:27:09.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MONDAY,.... hmmm.... what happen... so blurr... lol... oh ya, went to library to study with keneth, instead burhan and gang joined us soon after, become a laughing session instead. and the librarian was super irritating la, wanted throw me out of the place...wanted to confiscate my ipod somemore... must be no money to buy one then want take mine. TSK!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, had PE lesson, kinda fun i guess. gave up on trying to achieve an A for standing broad jump.the rest of the day was blurr... but i do remember that im starting to love maths lessons. ms ng rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, MS NG BUY ICE CREAM FOR US! YES! dont know why that day i super concentrated on doing my work... but then......... someone go and steal my textbook! tsk... must pull out her hairband one day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;alright... today was SOOOOOOOOOOO TIRING LA! keep sleeping in class. though maths is a really good time to be like emo/quiet i noticed... i really concentrate better. apart from the constant reminder by Wasin bout how smart i have become. which is completely FALSE....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, WOAH. so much drama going on around me nowadays. i feel like im stuck in the middle sometimes. its really hard to handle. i mean really, i can barely handle my own life. what makes me think i have the strength to go care for others? so yeah, to the people out there, you know yourselves... sorry for like being too KPO and poking into your lives. you can make the best out of your own life without me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY! i just found out jolyn likes kids too? or rather likes their innocence. there was this baby in the bus just now and i smiled that retarded smile at him and he smiled back!!! OMGOSH!! SO SUPER DUPER CUTE LA! HAHAHA! i have a thing for children, LOOOOUUUVVVEEEEE THEM! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the SA1 is coming, i bet i wont be blogging so much anymore. but continue visit and tag ya? YOU PPL ARE THE GREATEST! :D CIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4586251300399242743?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4586251300399242743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4586251300399242743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4586251300399242743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4586251300399242743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2840921085941928126</id><published>2009-04-18T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:11:31.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so cannot sleep... hai... POP lo... lost for words...my babies are gone... urgh... ...try to sleep bah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2840921085941928126?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2840921085941928126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2840921085941928126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2840921085941928126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2840921085941928126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-cannot-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5374562109811727685</id><published>2009-04-16T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:55:11.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOIR  GOT  A  SILVER! CHOIR  GOT  A  SILVER!!!   :D:D  3 CHEERS TO CHOIR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5374562109811727685?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5374562109811727685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5374562109811727685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5374562109811727685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5374562109811727685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/choir-got-silver-choir-got-silver-dd-3.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7709331685139035547</id><published>2009-04-16T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:09:17.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>part BABIES! you ARE AND WILL be missed. Tomorrow POP, AAC. do well, do me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE BABY, ONE SOUND, ONE BANG! ONE HOT CSM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7709331685139035547?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7709331685139035547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7709331685139035547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7709331685139035547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7709331685139035547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-babies-you-are-and-will-be-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8246963371034660445</id><published>2009-04-13T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:35:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. MUST NOT SHAKE LEG!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.NO MORE GRAMMAR CORRECTION.SMACK ME IF I DO IT HOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.WAKE UP EARLIER LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8246963371034660445?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8246963371034660445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8246963371034660445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8246963371034660445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8246963371034660445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6507669551601202087</id><published>2009-04-13T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:32:01.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah yo people! alright, shall not update on singapore flyer thing, it was boring to max actually... kinda dizzy too. well today as most people know, i got scolded by mrs toh. so im writing a so called suggestion letter to her lah. i think she needs to reconsider her teaching ways a little. anyways. tmr is AAC! woo hoo! friday is POP! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO................well i know myself how sad i would be. its like a relationship i never want to let go... wah so sweet. haha, alright... shall start thinking back to the good old days... :D nth much to update. just want to say shreya is not horny! keneth is! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6507669551601202087?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6507669551601202087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6507669551601202087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6507669551601202087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6507669551601202087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-yo-people-alright-shall-not-update.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4727035652825527397</id><published>2009-04-11T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:09:51.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, today was fun i think? woke up early in the morning, had to go tuition... so i went eat breakfast by myself first. order minced meat noodles. halfway eating... this auntie started talking to me... she asked me how much my noodles. then i said 3 dollars. so she carried on to ask whether it was nice, i said yes. for the rest of the time i tell you... it was freaking weird... i was like plunging my head into my noodles... i dont know why. it was a weird but happy kinda feeling i guess. one day i want to try saying hello and greet every single person in my path for a day. i think its a super contagious thing la.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that had tuition blahblah blah! and had lunch after that. i tink you would never guess what i did. i went to church service. first person i met? alan.... he give me that guai lan look... lol .... and worse still. saw yien jun... die.... he kept smacking me on my muscular chest... urgh... plus he tore my shirt which i practically only wore 2-3 times.... wah.... haha.after going in...worse.... jacelyn the bimbo smack me on my chest again... urgh....haha.well lets see. i would not say i enjoyed the event bah(sorry people!:( ) but i must say there was much knowledge learnt,truly an inspiring activity.i do know there are some stuff i learnt i will definitely apply from now on. :D also, though the singing was a little overwhelming for me, i think the band especially the singer rocks. many thanks to people like alan bah for not like pushing me or anything to be involved in the activities. really thank them for giving me the peace during the whole thing. but its freaking noisy in the first place la! LOL! :D so ya thats about it lor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... my older brother got into an accident while parking... he knock the back of the car... byebye to him driving liao... my dad is probably gonna kill him when he finds out... haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, going to singapore flyer tmr, not very excited i must say. looking forward to just taking photos? :)shall leave you with some photos, still thinking whether want to come back as CLT for NCC anot. hai...these photos sure will invoke lots of memories next time... well alright i gtg watch ToGetHer liao.its freaking cute la! CUTENESS IS UNIVERSAL! :D see i so guai start updating regularly liao. CIAO people!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YunQing: dont worry, i do it sometimes too. haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazwany: what KPO... im concerned la... i very good okay... so concerned bout you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin: i dont want shudap la, so fun you tease you since i got the chance... who ask you last time always bully me during training?!?!?!?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybelline: NP! you deserve it mah! haha! i so proud. muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEANPIN!: are you talking about yourself? :D&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_i3myurI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SigJEet4wwI/s1600-h/P180309_17.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323465365315041970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_i3myurI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SigJEet4wwI/s320/P180309_17.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     happy training end liao! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_ihN3ssI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cvkHrXsuUls/s1600-h/P180309_17.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323465359304929986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_ihN3ssI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cvkHrXsuUls/s320/P180309_17.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       guniang side of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_ijrdTSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V02G5DX3uzg/s1600-h/P180309_17.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323465359965900066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_ijrdTSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V02G5DX3uzg/s320/P180309_17.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              we getting horny???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323465353230332002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_iKlksGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Leb6HthgVEk/s320/All+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                    clarence the captain and his crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4727035652825527397?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4727035652825527397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4727035652825527397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4727035652825527397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4727035652825527397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-today-was-fun-i-think-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SeC_i3myurI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SigJEet4wwI/s72-c/P180309_17.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-665667249940518695</id><published>2009-04-10T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:00:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEW THINGS TO SAY! i got A for my 2.4km on 2nd try! woohoo! next is all A for whole NAPFA? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONGRATS to CHANG SHI MIN MAYBELLINE for getting AAC award!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONGRATS to DANIEL for being promoted to warrant officer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ today we loved...  :) *smiles like an idiottttttttt!!!* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-665667249940518695?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/665667249940518695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=665667249940518695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/665667249940518695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/665667249940518695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-things-to-say-i-got-for-my-2.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8608553630114468496</id><published>2009-04-10T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:53:21.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY EVERYONE! IM HAVING TUITION AH!!!!argh................. time now is 4.27, will be going for ANOTHER tuition at 5.30... tsk... what is a holiday for man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its been a long week as usual. filled with AAC rehearsals and full of remedials. but its thanks to those little stuffs in the day that make it worth while. things like the jacelyn lim seh lok! revealing my long time secret about that sec2 girl. thanks so much ah.... lucky chean pin is understanding... :S. also for SS one day... i decided to draw esther, (dont ask me why...) but half way i gave up, apparently she is too "unique" to draw...instead she grew me... i look like my specs are floating in mid-air and i have ping pong balls inside my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... yesterday was rather fun. firstly would be mother tongue lesson. haha, shreya is officially the most horny girl right now in my social circle, dont ask me what she did,said,thought or reads, she is just horny to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, the AAC training was fantastic, great job to SEA contingent. i know the big sized teacher was kinda irritating. but hey, we pulled through in the end right? :D so after training as usual hangout with instructors in NCC room. haha, love instructors! :D went down liao hor. saw yienjun(dont think i spell his name right...) then fool around with him. found out he is a super easy to bully person!!!! HAHAHA! i hope he sees this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had dinner with my family... im such a filial kid la... LOL. well thats all for today, i think i have to go off liao. ciao people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8608553630114468496?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8608553630114468496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8608553630114468496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8608553630114468496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8608553630114468496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-good-friday-everyone-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1896106173730999920</id><published>2009-04-03T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:03:25.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tired from today... hai... luckily todays schooling seemed to fly by. then had oral after school. apparently i got like one of the highest in class for oral exams. but after the oral "tryout" with mrs toh, she confirmed that i did deserve my marks. so yeah i rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that chiong to training... had AAC. would not say we did well cause i would be lying. but at least there was improvement. probably cause mr quek was there... and also many thanks to the band members. seriously sweat like a barbequeing pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eat with maybelline and clarence. stupid clarence so freaking emo... then i and maybelline as usual talk talk about personal stuff. thanks to both for cheering me up, i know i really very emo today. sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for today. at least i posted right? shall leave you with an old photo...&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/_PIPP1qceFvs/SdYWvQqdrSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gnJb8l3D_h0/s1600-h/Part+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320465010967555362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SdYWvQqdrSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gnJb8l3D_h0/s320/Part+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1896106173730999920?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1896106173730999920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1896106173730999920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1896106173730999920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1896106173730999920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-tired-from-today.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SdYWvQqdrSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gnJb8l3D_h0/s72-c/Part+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5193438868685262205</id><published>2009-04-02T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:12:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright... hey people. let me tell you, today really sucks!&lt;br /&gt; first of all, i missed my napfa A for 2.4km by 9secs. so i have to run next week again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2nd, i got a splitting headache after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, it rained just now so my shotputt event canceled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least. i walked home in the freaking rain... for like 1 kilometre, worse still... i chose to take the longer way instead of the shorter one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... tmr got AAC, gotta go prepare... sian...din even know we will be wearing no.4. shall update soon i promise. but first... have to do my homework. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s/thanks for being by my side. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5193438868685262205?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5193438868685262205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5193438868685262205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5193438868685262205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5193438868685262205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8131446912457926117</id><published>2009-03-28T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:21:49.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a tiring week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love this week. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8131446912457926117?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8131446912457926117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8131446912457926117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8131446912457926117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8131446912457926117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5937804784623315463</id><published>2009-03-22T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:01:28.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha so long....</title><content type='html'>hai....shall see how much i can say in one post bah... omgosh... trying to think about all the things that have happened... all clash together... then cannot remember liao! tsk... hm... lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UG CAMP 09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started of with training on that day. so i chiong home after school then go collect all my stuff.had training that day, was so tired when going camp liao. on the first night we had flag making and like just bonding of group with the instructors. I WAS IN THE PINK GROUP! MUAHAHAHAHA! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE THE PINKIES!!!!! PINKIES ALL THE WAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so on that night guess what... i think i bathed at like 3 in the morning... and you know what i was wearing? My no.4 uniform... i had been wearing it since the previous day 6am. so that means i wore it like 21hours... woohoo.... oh yes! almost forgot... that night during dinner a bunch of cute guys, of course im included! :D took a bunch of act cute photos. super fun . haha! and once again many thanks to chanel for making the jelly for us. IT WAS SUPERB OKAY?!?!?! well after that when all going to sleep liao... i,daniel,fred and yong ren went to do sentry together at the feel. saw one tent never put up properly. so we called them out. and like scolded them... blah blah blah. i seriously kao pei them.cause i already told them to come take the tent stuff earlier and they rather sleep in an unfinished tent... tsk... rain liao how? sec3s really dont know how to think sometimes... wait till they become instructors they will know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that went back to another tent at the art room there. we sneaked up to the tent. could hear them talking and talking so much. so we surprised them. so one bodoh go and scold bastard... suay suay.... from daniel group one. well earlier on... daniel told his group every vulgar word they say, according to how many letters times 10 is the number of push ups they have to do. (e.g idiot is 50 push ups.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright...next day had morning pt. i was in charge. back to this matter... well half way mr quek told all instructors to gather.. then kept telling me alot of things like asking me if im training navy divers. and say if i got the training he received last time i would also cannot stand it. well... my thinking was... i DIN EVEN ASK YOU LOR! you come and threaten me for what???? faggot.... anyway, after alot of times he come and disrupt our activities la.basket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i kinda like realise my mistake alittle so i stop pt and just let them go eat breakfast. then for the rest of the day was all the games. during that time i really like bonded more with them la. I LOVE MY PINKIES! ::D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the last day we packed things up and had AAR(After Action Review). obviously everyone complained about my pt...tsk.... but the rest was  great la. like when we talked about the games they all said it was original and all. there was so much buzz about the games. during that time i really felt so heartwarming. without the campers our camp would not have been a success at all. and seeing something so simple can bond them together it really made me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. thank you pinkies, thank you campers, and thank you instructors!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i love sec4 instructors'09!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10th of march, the day we love ... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANNUAL MARCH CAMP'09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just start of by saying this is my last march camp, my last camp in fact of secondary school life. and looking back to those other times... i truly have learnt alot from NCC. this is what really pushes me to want to go back to NCC as a CLT. much as i also want a change of environment... i shall still think about it. whats more...... with such cute/garang juniors like my part B's. who would not miss them??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright so anyway... i think only the part D's know this. i was not actaully allowed to go the camp one. because actually i have tuition on saturday(the next day) and on sunday. but then in the end i persuaded my aunt to have tuition on sunday only. but sunday early morning i had to grab all my camp stuff and just go tuition in CCK in the morning.its great to know i din really care abt that... all i knew was i was given a chance to go the camp. and i took it. so i helped clarence and weiting print out all the stuff they needed for the camp since i was at home. then reached school at abt 10.15. that night had mac dinner at12.30. after that had briefing and went for pacing lesson with clarence with weiting maybelline and mardiah at 2am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, cannot forget this, we were all emo throughout the camp!!!! i mean clarence my platoon commander and my platoon sergeant nuer maybelline! anyways like maybelline said, we really bonded more together during this camp. another reason why i really want to go back as a CLT. :D so after when bathe finish after the lesson. we went on our own personal night walk, with maybelline,clarence and weiting. you would never guess this... weiting was scared like crap la! i think only we 3 others know how funny the scene was. weiting was so scared he like kept calling maybelline jiejiejiejie! all of a sudden. and he kept asking maybelline to hold on tight to one side of his pacestick and never let go and walk together up the dark and gloomy stairs. haha. as for me? i survived while looking at erhem* photos. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was over was like 4o'clock liao. so we just went to the canteen and listen music plud talk talk talk until it was time for the early morning fire drill. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MS YEE IS ON FIRE CAUSE SHE IS TOO HOT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; haha, kinda failure la, cause the part A's went down in slippers/socks/bare-footed... but come nvm... they are part A's after all. so blah blah blah, had morning pt once again and i taught them alot of new stuff. so they were like aching afterwards. after that the rest of the day the different parts were doing their own individual activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip skip.... did reflection with part B's on some stuff. taught them in advance how when they next time as seniors they must control their emotions when in trainings. i think it went well. they did well... PART B's ROCKS!!! :D.  after that went to have drills, taught a whole lot of drills... and guess what... now no more new drills to teach them liao... and they more or less at least can accomplish the drills with slight perfection. learn so fast la... of cause la... see who are the instructors... erhem... later that night had campfire then came the night walk... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see, firstly all instructors off all the lights. then had a 15-25mins ghost story talk in the pitch dark. cadets were all blindfolded. before finish got people cry liao. and when we end got so many people dizzy, and traumatised... cant blame them. SO SORRY PEOPLE!!!! din know would be so bad.... sorry once again... so that night we let them sleep liao then my sergeant and commander talktalktalk together until 3am, i go bathe then sleep liao.nest morning went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I     LOVE     NCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5937804784623315463?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5937804784623315463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5937804784623315463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5937804784623315463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5937804784623315463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha-so-long.html' title='haha so long....'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1444279487805060302</id><published>2009-03-22T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:12:31.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES YES YES! haha i finally can access blogger! but its only because i using my aunt's computer... meaning i only can update on weekends from now on???? OH NO....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1444279487805060302?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1444279487805060302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1444279487805060302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1444279487805060302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1444279487805060302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes-yes-haha-i-finally-can-access.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2517473157389647492</id><published>2009-03-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:03:02.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqantZJ6WwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/gqantZJ6WwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching... 2mins40secs. all it takes to teach you a lifelong lesson...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2517473157389647492?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2517473157389647492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2517473157389647492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2517473157389647492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2517473157389647492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/03/touching.html' title='touching...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4406188235019010708</id><published>2009-03-06T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:25:16.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last published a post like 2 and a half weeks ago! woah! haha! miss me right? so much has been happening. so much to say too little time. sorry people just want to do a random check of thing i have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST( OVER! )okay okay results....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UG CAMP! (OVER!) I MISS UG CAMP! DO YOU? :D pinkies rox worxxxxx we are the best worxxxxx (TWIT.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS TEE(DONE!)super funny day i guess. although everyone seemed to be emo at first. and chanel was super irritated by this guy in the bus that talked non-stop...make me cannot control my laughter. tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB FAIR!( went to eat at secret recipe in the end and had kinda nice talk with mr chun. :D:D i like mr chun! hahaha! although he really gets me pissed off sometimes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really tired this days. hope i got time to blog again. just yesterday i was like at home, just arrived home from school. i bathed. and just drop on the bed and sleep... never eat dinner. wah best... im  really a pig. OINK OINK!well i still have part A.B,C  MARCH camp to plan.so goodbye people! sorry for disappointed you all at times. :S:S continue to come by okay? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4406188235019010708?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4406188235019010708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4406188235019010708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4406188235019010708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4406188235019010708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-published-post-like-2-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3600665279477293239</id><published>2009-02-22T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:53:14.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPC665ri6b4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/EPC665ri6b4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/94ZExzDuark&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/94ZExzDuark&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSgso34Y6xE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/KSgso34Y6xE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7PfmjX6EUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/O7PfmjX6EUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvWBD1jU6WQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/EvWBD1jU6WQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS VERY NICE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIXZFUIJyzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/sIXZFUIJyzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD_HCmDNGS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/DD_HCmDNGS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS SONG..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3600665279477293239?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3600665279477293239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3600665279477293239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3600665279477293239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3600665279477293239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-songs.html' title='some songs...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7668370534672528819</id><published>2009-02-21T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:46:40.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnRlIi_1xzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/tnRlIi_1xzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i watch when i have nothing to do... its super interesting. its physics yeah... and i love it, but i suck at sec4 physics. so how how?????? this i something i really want to pursue in life too. besides philosophy/psychology... sobs... mr chun make me physics A1!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7668370534672528819?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7668370534672528819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7668370534672528819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7668370534672528819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7668370534672528819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-i-watch-when-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6851393143614583588</id><published>2009-02-20T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:39:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving ncc... damn</title><content type='html'>hai... was reading liyana yeo's blog. in case many dont know who is that. she was our sec4 CSM who took my part when i was in part B. back then, we were called cutie pies!  haha! so miss the days....read her past posts. makes me wonder how i will react on my last 'speech' with part my B's... i think i can barely even look at them. i will just like burst out in tears or something... hai... i love you all part B's! seriously my drive to come for ncc is you people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps/ once a sea cadet, always a sea cadet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6851393143614583588?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6851393143614583588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6851393143614583588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6851393143614583588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6851393143614583588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-ncc-damn.html' title='leaving ncc... damn'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6146501142993503158</id><published>2009-02-20T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:13:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMBACK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, hey people! today no NCC! but got 3 hours meeting...lol. I LOVE PART D's! seriously hilarious la. me and nazirul keep on irritating mardiah about ERHERM*. LOL. and Weiting as usual wil be like bullying jie jian the whole time...see already just want to laugh... and of cause, all of us were HORNY! haha, you can imagine the nonsensical stuff we talked about.... so blah blah blah. mr azhar came into the room and talked to the staffs, about the usual stuff la. so we just commented and listen lor. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... mr chun.... if your seeing this. i just want to say. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You play badminton very cute! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but please la mr chun, go wear the pe kinda pants lei... wear that long business pants how to be flexible? tsk.... anyway... today mr chun kick people out of class. I NEVER GET KICK OUT XIA! i did my physics homework!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! and i must comment on a particular someone... super pro.... call teacher to back them up. hahaha. *smiles* hahahahha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... i so really got nothing to say... i remember the pass few days quite exciting one. but i just clearly cannot remember... tsk... i shall try to post constantly like i used to after common test bah. i hate forgettting stuff. well kinda tired. so i shall just go sleep now first. CIAO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s/ people on my tagboard are so cute! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6146501142993503158?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6146501142993503158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6146501142993503158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6146501142993503158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6146501142993503158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/imback-haha-hey-people-today-no-ncc-but.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-9085689316918777055</id><published>2009-02-14T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:03:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, sorry my readers. im so not doing justice to my blog. 7days never post liao. shall just keep it short bah. need to go nap... just came back from tuition which started at 9. so its like 5 hours...excluded lunch time. later still must do homework, tmr morning must go UG camp meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup, been falling ill so easily these days. still adapting to the burn midnight oil to do homework kinda lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was NCC day. DUH... well i was assigned to part A CSM. i really realise that i am like both an angel and a demon at the same time. like some stuff i super strict some stuff i super nice about. scold scold scold like crap(you can ask eunice,louisse,shicheng,jeremyyeo,maybelline,keneth,zhenlin) BUTTTTTTT....somehow...in the end of training they still give me their wonderful smiles and go "bye staff sergeant! :D" wah so happy. like having my own CCA kids like that. my part B like all grow up liao. LOL. not that i dont want you liao la part B. but its like i think i have done my part for you all. so even if im no longer gonna be your CSM again(not confirmed yet.)i know you all will do well and go far. ya thats all bah. shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ONE AND ALL! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad right? i stuck at home having tuition... should be like going out and spending time with people... tsk... well... O level will soon whiz by, by then i will enjoy. now is just time to suffer. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-9085689316918777055?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/9085689316918777055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=9085689316918777055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/9085689316918777055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/9085689316918777055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-sorry-my-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3048717363130265775</id><published>2009-02-07T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:27:21.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see i so good. immediately i post again. anyway.im so tired. dont know why. considering i slept for like 12 hours. (got home at 8 yesterday slept till 8 this morning. i go home then bathe liao just bomb! drop on bed and sleep. din care bout anything. well i did actually...woke up at 10 and did something...then went back to sleep again. feeling calmer than usual. thank you. :D) but then....morning wake up. realised...SHIT! is saturday... so as usual...my mom will like nag at me again. the same thing. that tuition does not help me. its the thing that keeps me from dedicating my full time to doing my own school homework. and she just wont listen. she just keeps telling me what she feels.not caring bout how i feel. you think i really like sleeping so late everyday meh? AND STOP TRYING TO ATTACK MY CCA. NO WAY IM QUITTING AT THIS TIME.NCC DOES NOT MAKE ME SO TIRED.ITS BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING SO LATE FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS. CANT I AT LEAst JUST CATCH UP ON SOME SLEEP?urgh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO ANYWAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COMPLAINS AGAIN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, just some complains im sure every single person can relate with me. i just happen to realise them. so i shall name them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. okay i feel this way because i was still numb from emotions from the night before.you know sometimes your like still a little upset bout something. but when you wanna go hawker centre. and ask for a sit. you have to like pretend to smile and show a super glad face to ask fro that seat? (I HEAR YOU ALL GOING. YA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.you know sometimes you are like sitting at your sit, then you wanted to like take your wallet out? and you accidentally elbow someone's butt? and you expect them to say sorry. and yet, they glare back at you too? and you think like. "well. if you had not walked like the whole pathway is yours, and if you would at least have take the chance to go get some exercise maybe your ass wont be so big and i would not have elbowed into it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.last one, sometime you know when you get back change? and you stretch out your hand already, you wanted the person to give the coins to your hand. so you can swiftly put into your wallet. and then?they put on the table purposely. and you go like. " wth are you blind or something? or deaf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, thats all for today. CIAO PEOPLE! another time perhaps i will give a calmer more happier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ i was ending my tuition, so when i walked out of the room...i saw the bookshelf. there was a bible there.so i just felt i had to pick it out. basically, just like that...im reading the bible now..im now on like...erm... the first page. LOL. im reading the PREFACE&gt; lame i know...but who cares. i believe its soup for my damaged soul. ciao people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3048717363130265775?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3048717363130265775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3048717363130265775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3048717363130265775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3048717363130265775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-i-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5956052267860922644</id><published>2009-02-07T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:07:32.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI PEOPLE, IM BACK.though i am kinda feeling crappy... lets look back at what happened shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some of you all might know, yesterday was friday. so...got NCC training...duh...so i was kinda not happy that got 2 staff sergeants not there. leaving me and weiting only. plus a little more other instructors only. further more, i was temporarily changed from B CSM to A CSM. so i took the sec1s for their orientation training from the hall. damnit la, the processing super slow. first of all, planning was 2.30+ can get the sec1s from the hall liao. mdm Fadilah? talk talk talk....talk until 3.10 then only finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask them to mark their attendance once they settle down. later on cannot find my tape. dammit Land go take from us. so i ask them go back NCC room and put down first bags lor. and then must put tape and write name that time. Ms Yee came.( she was having remedial before that). Ms Yee" Josh! i give you so much time! the tape with their names still not even written ah! can you faster anot?" that sentence i not happy liao. somemore only got one marker to go around. and she start complaining about me xia...wth... i mean i was so stressed out to be part A CSM okay. like wth, i din even know got nominal roll. make me like an idiot in the canteen got write down the 33 names. nvr even eat lunch properly. i under so much stress how to think properly the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine... so after that she continued. Ms Yee:" Josh! i ask you do the thing and then how come i see Yiren doing!?!?!?!" WTH?!?!??!?!! i briefing them on the activity what??? how you want me do both at the same time? besides, an instructor posted to part A means can help me right? its not like i ask Yiren go eat shit or wash toilet right? he is just doing his duty oso what? so nvm, i briefing did it quick. and went on the help Yiren. after that i was helping them write their names, cause THEY ARE BLOODY SEC1S!!!! SENSE OF URGENCY IS NO INSTILLED IN THEM YET! LOOK AT MY PART B? I GOT NEED TO SHOUT AT THEM ANOT? NO RIGHT? BUT IS STILL BECAUSE THEIR 2ND YEAR IN NCC,SO INSTILLED IN THEM LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec1s are so lucky ms HO is their teacher IC, Ms Yee go there scold liao. of cause they scared already la. alright, so from here, Ms Yee scold me twice already.so after that i give last briefing. you know me, i dont like to give briefing half way, i want make sure they really understand what im saying. but...halfway i talk. Ms Yee interupt me. ask me to run off liao. she will just start the race now. then i was like just try to finish talking. and then.... Ms Yee:"JOSH! GO! WHAT YOU WAITING FOR! I SAY GO RIGHT! 5!4!3!2!....." so counting properly. she scolded me 3 times. what i dont like is that she scolded me so freaking loudly i front of the sec1s. confirm i "FISHED!" up la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i run run, in the end just go upper parade square instead. sian......look at part B Land do drills. thinking if they are my cadets i will dammit scold them like shit. given my mood i will at least make one of them cry. so saw GB doing some game thing. walk away...blahblahblah, talk to jacelyn. she give me that lunatic look. so i calm down abit and allowed myself laugh. then when she running i started going. "Jacelyn! you can run?" lol...this part all i still relaxed la, another thing hor, CLIFF IS AN IDIOTIC SERGEANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you what he did... got his junior coming late.(please take not, all stuff said from cliff mouth was given in his usual guai-lan sound) so he question his junior. his junior was like explaining. and they keep interupting. i scold them, hey cliff, you all dont so bastard can. let him a chance to explain la. so he explain and keep stuttering like hell, so i was like cannot help him liao..... so cliff did the most idiotic thing. Cliff:"DOUHAN! you look down for what? why you late also you dont know? you what?go script on the floor ah? where is it ah? (cliff squat down and brushes floor" wth right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until then i still continue to watch land. went to sit at flag pole. all the sec2 there. then jeremy yeo all of a sudden shout. " Part B! I GIVE YOU ALL 5 MINUTES!!!(stern face)............and you all fall-in back on time(smiles)!" QIAN DA RIGHT JEREMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one. after that i try to be funny... i go infront of their platoon. and i said. all those who think you are a hottie fall out! and then all the sec4s start walking up to me....wah lau....no shame sia....i should be the only one ....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5o'clock that time i go back find part A. then got one ask me where is Haqiz. so i told him its sir Haqiz. think what? Haqiz your friend ah? and he said yes...wtH....i wanted to slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second last crappy thing of the day. i found out. im most probably no longer the part B CSM?!?!??!?!??!??!urgh...i wanted to like break down please....partB are like my precious gems... my prized possession. and now just like that im no longer their CSM. SO UNTIL ITS TO LATE...BYEBYE PART Bs. i enjoyed being with you all. you made my later part of NCC life worth remembering. thank you all. continue to strive and work hard okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE LAST THING OF THE DAY THAT PISSED ME OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i wont tell anybody this...i shall just move on to other things. its just a familymatter. so YES, i was angry at my family members. URGH..... thinking abt it already makes me so irritated again...all i know is, my anger is like a ticking time bomb. when i angry...i am really really angry and can blow my shitting top off and scold everyone i know.at least not all everyone.... well that all.... another post coming up. to compensate fro lack of post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5956052267860922644?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5956052267860922644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5956052267860922644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5956052267860922644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5956052267860922644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7811916349716728489</id><published>2009-02-02T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:17:42.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know. you all missed me right? been really really emotionally affected and tarnished recently. life IS NOT a bed of roses huh. well we just gotta live it without regrets i guess. :S anyway....do this quiz for fun lor then after that back to chionging my maths. tagged by shicheng one btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick a word that begins with the first letter of your name.-&lt;strong&gt;Sanctimonious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who are you missing right now?- &lt;strong&gt;my old self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your ex shows up randomly at your house, what do you say?- &lt;strong&gt;Hi! how's life been treating you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many bedrooms are in your house?-  &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there a reason for your profile song?- &lt;strong&gt;i love oldies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you hate the last girl you were talking to?-&lt;strong&gt; (Nurul Mardiah) yes, she too horny liao.try to seduce me... :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was your last text message from?- &lt;strong&gt;Boonitchasin Wasin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What time did you wake up this morning?-&lt;strong&gt; 6.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?- &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you mean it when you said "i love you" last?- &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is it okay if you kiss people when you're single?- &lt;strong&gt;Hell No,its an act of affection/love for that special someone,not to even a close friend or worse still a stranger is acceptable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is wrong with you now?- &lt;strong&gt;fed up that everything that happens in the house or has happened can be linked to something that becomes my fault.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?- &lt;strong&gt;(26 by then) Yes, most probably&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you kiss someone to make your ex gf/bf mad?- &lt;strong&gt;people like that are scum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you believe exes can really ever be "just friends"?- &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you use T9, word or abc?- &lt;strong&gt;T9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you tell your mum everything?- &lt;strong&gt;50-50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who was the last person you cried in front of?- &lt;strong&gt;elder brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you told anybody you loved them today?- &lt;strong&gt;i was looking at the person in the mirror when i said it, can't remember who its is already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who can you trust?- &lt;strong&gt;my loved ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?- &lt;strong&gt;cheek?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?- &lt;strong&gt;Pissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who was the last person you took a picture of?- &lt;strong&gt;(my cousins, too many liao, got like 17+ of them)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?- &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you ever donate blood?- &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?- &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you want someone dead?- &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What does your last text message says?- &lt;strong&gt;Wasin nvm liao, the answer sheet wrong, its 2M not 2KM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you thinking right now?- &lt;strong&gt;Will i get any sleep tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you wish someone was with you right now?- &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What time did you go to sleep last night?- &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now?- &lt;strong&gt;(pajamas) ROBINSONS i think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is someone on your mind right now?- &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was the last person to text you?- &lt;strong&gt;notice... its the same question as no. 7... Boonitchasin Wasin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to do the last few liao. so waste my time. lol. going to do maths. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7811916349716728489?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7811916349716728489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7811916349716728489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7811916349716728489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7811916349716728489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3806263710513018349</id><published>2009-01-31T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:31:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt; is wrong with me????????&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alright people, this blog will currently be on hiatus, i dont know how long so just erm...stay tuned... bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3806263710513018349?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3806263710513018349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3806263710513018349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3806263710513018349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3806263710513018349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/wth-is-wrong-with-me-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1270660431819722726</id><published>2009-01-30T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:01:35.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people just have no regard for other people's feelings whatsoever... so f**k off if you wanna insult me or my closed ones. keep your opinions to yourself. or you're gonna be in for some pain all you a**holes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1270660431819722726?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1270660431819722726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1270660431819722726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1270660431819722726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1270660431819722726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-people-just-have-no-regard-for.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5527606035455235238</id><published>2009-01-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:25:56.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi people! yes yes im back in singapore. dont know how to face teachers tmr...confirm nag nag nag at me...LOL. well the all la, i know you all miss me right? justwant tell you all dont need miss me liao mah. i so nice right? :D ZZZZZZzzzZZZzzZzzz.................im sleeping liao .byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5527606035455235238?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5527606035455235238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5527606035455235238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5527606035455235238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5527606035455235238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-people-yes-yes-im-back-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4064702183977859796</id><published>2009-01-27T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:11:06.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright...i have like so many photos to post up. so please please people! must tag and scold me if i procrastinate about posting them up soon okay?!?!?!?well have been having lots of fun i guess. been to the beach every day. the  wind is practically cold like air-con cold. until i got flu liao. how great is that. :S. anyway. just wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its kinda late. but when it comes to happy stuff. its never to late right? :D well that all al. ciao people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4064702183977859796?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4064702183977859796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4064702183977859796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4064702183977859796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4064702183977859796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4150889466972876955</id><published>2009-01-24T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:16:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people! im finally in malaysia! haha! shall update if possible! right now going to just slack. still got homework though....screw the homework....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4150889466972876955?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4150889466972876955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4150889466972876955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4150889466972876955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4150889466972876955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-people-im-finally-in-malaysia-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-421238007591692072</id><published>2009-01-23T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:40:38.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright im going off to malaysia now.dont miss me kay? just hope weiting sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEITING! I GO THERE NO COMPUTER LEI! HOW TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINISH THE TRAINING PLAN BY WEDNESDAY! :S sian.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-421238007591692072?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/421238007591692072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=421238007591692072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/421238007591692072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/421238007591692072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-im-going-off-to-malaysia-now.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7875862354024465547</id><published>2009-01-21T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:45:55.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL RIGHT. first of all those stories are not mine la! LOL. :S and...my next story i kope-d totally sweet la this one. tell me you did not feel your heart cringe of something.or put a smile on your face. :D and you are really like heartless of something.LOL.Title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                 LOVING AN IMPERFECT PERSON&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she's being willful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I don't have time that day."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Humph!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Just this once?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "It's something very important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Let's get a divorce."&lt;br /&gt;She did not believe her ears.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I got to know a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She's a nice girl."&lt;br /&gt;Her tears fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She has a good personality too."&lt;br /&gt;She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She loves me truly."&lt;br /&gt;She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs. She cries.&lt;br /&gt;He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7875862354024465547?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7875862354024465547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7875862354024465547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7875862354024465547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7875862354024465547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8764260764428098081</id><published>2009-01-21T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:39:58.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know...i suppose to be sleeping now... because of the effect of my medicine...got 2 days MC btw...... LOL. but, watching obama's speech is really just scary. wakes you up like immediately... dont even have to look at the video. listen liao oso got goosebumps. the goosebumps you get when you start thinking. 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Work, in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac, but he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill, but he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help her for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Joe." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire, but he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. There was someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor - it didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe. After the lady had finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do... Don't let the love end with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right; I love you, Joe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1801203425205695704?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1801203425205695704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1801203425205695704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1801203425205695704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1801203425205695704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-was-driving-home-one-evening-on-two.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7671843917873409094</id><published>2009-01-19T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:32:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;br /&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;br /&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;br /&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp;amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;br /&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!&lt;br /&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;br /&gt;Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep me as a frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;br /&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp;amp; holdin on..."&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;br /&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp;amp; der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."&lt;br /&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.&lt;br /&gt;I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."&lt;br /&gt;"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;br /&gt;"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;"You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."&lt;br /&gt;"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;br /&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;br /&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.&lt;br /&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.&lt;br /&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;br /&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;br /&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;br /&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.&lt;br /&gt;"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;br /&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;br /&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;br /&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she hadtold me she went everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp;amp; it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.&lt;br /&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7671843917873409094?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7671843917873409094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7671843917873409094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7671843917873409094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7671843917873409094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cellphones-beeping-sound-woke-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2584758812696631503</id><published>2009-01-19T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:32:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4E4! GO TO THE CHEMISTRY CLASS BLOG ANd tAG&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chemistry4e4.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.chemistry4e4.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  :D!   dont want to talk about today..sucks.....in many ways....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2584758812696631503?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2584758812696631503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2584758812696631503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2584758812696631503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2584758812696631503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/4e4-go-to-chemistry-class-blog-and-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7993048519865807644</id><published>2009-01-17T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:18:39.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry sorry my readers! :S</title><content type='html'>hi all! sorry for not updating yesterday. came back at 10.45pm from CCA Showcase/Carpark Duty manpower IC. was too tired to blog.well anyway, yesterday i think everyone was just thinking abt CCA showcase. no one's mind was on school. so after school i rushed home to bathe, take my no.3 and chiong back to school. was going to be late. so took taxi in the end... so had first parade. shout here shout there no voice liao. thanks so much yo maybelline. if not for her i cannot seperate them into groups properly liao. so after that display all the plagues medals and stuff.(MY PLAGUE STILL IN SCHOOL! ARGH!!!!) and then after that went to prepare for parade. had to damn it run here run there just to abide by shicheng's the OIC's instructions. hello....whos is the staff sergeant? :S . anyway. parade was okay i guess. only when we say pledge then got people notice us. so must thank me la of course... after that talked to cheanpin and alan awhile after the whole thing. and then had carpark duty until end of day liao.. go mac eat dinner then go home. thats all. sorry not detailed. kinda lazy. next time bah. until next time. byebye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7993048519865807644?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7993048519865807644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7993048519865807644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7993048519865807644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7993048519865807644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-sorry-my-readers-s.html' title='sorry sorry my readers! :S'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3084148536955224236</id><published>2009-01-15T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:05:27.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMT</title><content type='html'>lessons as usual today. PE lesson was like fun? and the PE teacher got degree in sports science! i was like so happy to hear it when he said it. i shall have a talk with him sometime soon. :D . anyway, during recess changed to no.4. took my own sweet time. and took exactly 25mins to change to full smart 4. i think im fatter or something. put the velcro liao feel so hugging one.... well, after that got part B to fall in. honestly...din like the attitude of one cadet. somemore i thought she/he was very nice one lor... went to camp. sadded.clarence not there...wanted to wish him one...tsk.... well blah blah blah, skip skip. IMT results. highest score out of 20 only highest score is 14. attained by Syaza out miracle shooter. :D:D:D:D. after tat go back school to help with CCA showcase stuff again. put up banner with WeiTing. honestly he really talk cock alot la.. laughing the whole time i was with him....stupid boy....HAHAHA. after that went home with cheanpin. great times...great times...:D smiled like crazy...haha. alright gona do HW and iron no.3 then go sleep liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3084148536955224236?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3084148536955224236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3084148536955224236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3084148536955224236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3084148536955224236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/imt.html' title='IMT'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8923377537246967859</id><published>2009-01-14T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:51:45.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing homework</title><content type='html'>today was just another hectic day in the life of a secondary 4 student. after school had NCC meeting for like 3 hours. had lots of lectures and talks. hope they understnad us, as their seniors are very concerned about them. then now still have to do homework...hai....until next time then...BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8923377537246967859?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8923377537246967859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8923377537246967859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8923377537246967859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8923377537246967859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/doing-homework.html' title='doing homework'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1989010001046188750</id><published>2009-01-13T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:42:14.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian ji pua....</title><content type='html'>sian....blogskins that are nice are so hard to find. wanted to change one. but in the end ended up just changing my playlist la. i entered all the oldies inside. enjoy. i want make sure you all at least fall in love with 1 out of 9 of them. well mine is "to dance with my father again" by luthor vandross... bet you all din even know this singer existed. anyway, i think i so need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOTOX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 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sorry&lt;/span&gt;.i know now what i should nvr do. and what i should. i get a second chance right? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7905511397101974175?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7905511397101974175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7905511397101974175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7905511397101974175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7905511397101974175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6830340430038655104</id><published>2009-01-10T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:29:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping with my bro.</title><content type='html'>alright, woke up at 7.30. go tuition from 9.30 to 1.30 like that. then go lunch. and travelled hom by myself. then slack here slack there. went out with my brother for shopping at Far East Plaza. so was on the train ride. started talking about O'lvls results coming out. and transfered to talking about what i wanted to do in the future. and so we talked about my personality and stuff. and he told me something quite true bah. we may have a certain character now. but that does not mean you will never change.and also talked about my future with my darling.:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that he talked about how i should not do a job that is a trend. i shld think out of the box. i find it very nice to talk to my brother. its like really easy to communicate and stuff. im so lucky to have him. :D. then after that talking about our parents. how much my father came closer to us ever since he was temporarily out of a job. then on did we know how much he really loves us. and our mother, she shows she loves us every single day. just does not show it well. and when ever my dad goes overseas he always confirm call back to check on us one.my brother then told me he really wanted to study hard. he did not want to be a burden to parents. which was what i thought so too. damnit...i gotta study well....all in all im truly blessed to have a strongly united family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know. what can 2 mature guys talk about. my darling la of course. so he talked bout how we started and stuff. how i should know my limits. and well i told him i knew my limits la of course. and he opened up to me. especially about the hurting relationship he had before. and he shares the same view as me! he knows that this kinda thingy cannot just jump into it one. must have experience. well, i felt sorry for my brother, he was insulted and hurt in that stupid relationship. leading me to find out. outside my brother is like a hard clamp. must deep inside he  actually has a soft meaty spot too. after talking for very long, he concluded my darling is a good girlfriend. understanding and everything. YES! my brother approves! HAHAHAHAHA! so after that really went to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you all. my brother i thought he is like me. take damn long to shop for even one thing one. but i was wrong... he takes even longer! he take one hour just to buy a shoe la! he try size 40, then 41, then 42. and went off. then went back to the same shop again!!! urgh...in the end he buy one shoe i bought a belt and shirt. my shirt pink with black stripes!!!!! WOOHOOO! haha so after that travelled back by mrt again to westmall had dinner at burger king then go home liao. thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go tuition tmr again! URGH!!!!see you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ happy 2 months darling.i know i have not been myself lately. its just that sometimes i keep to myself and dont open up to you. i dont know why im like that. i wish i can change soon. all i want you to know is you now already make up a great part of my life. you make me smile, you churn up all kinds of emotions in me. emotions i sometimes dont even understand.everytime i think about you, you make me smile like i've nvr smiled before. you give me strength to move on in life. everytime i look in your eyes. i see the most wonderful person in the world before me, and everything just shuts out. the little things you do for me,the time we spend together, is what makes me love you so much.happy 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7082571681870300825</id><published>2009-01-09T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:47:37.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ goodnight my love. happy 2 months in advance. :D sorry to not be on msn to at least chat and ask how are you.but the medicine make me to sleepy liao. hope to see you soon... :D. sleep early, dont stress dont stress please. you may be the tired student fighting your way to make it up. and your lord is holding on to you.but i really hope you know, im there on your other side. to be strong, just so i can hold you up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from:Josh/your lao gong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7082571681870300825?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7082571681870300825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7082571681870300825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7082571681870300825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7082571681870300825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/p.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6318251626179863376</id><published>2009-01-09T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:56:56.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai...passing out lo.</title><content type='html'>alright, shall post about ncc training. today, last lesson of the day. then found out im appointed OIC by weiting. so went to SOP class first. talk wasin, xinhui, pei shan and roshan. talked abt akshaya and roshan and many other things. i feel the roshan is actually one of the easiest guys to talk to. :D so started training. so many problems. no ropes, no test paper, no ncc room key. but in the end got it. thanks jiejian and yiren. :D and elfy and brandon for helping too. so all put inside ncc room. taking attendance. the part B,C thank such a damn long time. i dont know why, but i all of a sudden flare up like siao. scold the crap out of them. until ncc(land) keneth also tell his part B must show standard. and npcc all looking liao. as for my sea cadets they really shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had first parade at upper parade square, finish liao then had test. blah blah blah, part B's mostly failed definitely. as for part C mostly too.after that part B was sent home early. and part C had drills. seriously their drills is not up to standard. side dressing until now sec 3 liao i still must teach. 90 degrees leg angle also cannot reach.in the end i scold them again. cause they shout like some guniangs like that. the marching on the spot also cannot do properly. so i showed them the standard. and deeply regretted.... cause in the end i put alot of pressure on my twisted knee and now i cant even walk properly. dont need do pe lo! :S. scold them say i one person also louder then all 12 of them. bloody hell. after that then last parade. and i was like having flu, injured and tired. and sheryl kept thinking im like emoing or something. liying tan too.... TSK... well thats all on ncc.oh ya, said bye to esther when she walk past. and she called me a pig again.... wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;message to my part B's if you come across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: im deeply sorry to say im quite disappointed. i may not know your personal lives. but excuses not to study for the test is just not up to standard. further more, not even knowing the theory for easily at least 5+ knots is just unacceptable. its not like you all really dont know me. i really love to take you all as my platoon. ever since last year i have been fighting to take you all. i believed that you were all the elite few. the one's your juniors will definitely look up too.and you all did prove my point. but now?during test you all can even go to another table and talk. falling in not just move around. can laugh somemore. you know how much it sucks to see my junior moving around like he/she owns the gound. want to scold him/her, yet cannot find the heart to? anyway,attendance is decreasing. attitude in training is also decreasing. hai.... i guess its my fault bah, a lousy leader produces lousy cadets right?sometimes i regret taking you all, thinking whether its my fault you all turned out this way.am i to blame?im thinking yes. but i want you all to know i will try my best. i sincerely hope you all do so too. hope you all can hold on to the words i told you all before you all were dismissed today. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, your temporary CSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to serve with pride and dedication.NCC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;message to my part Cs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: once again. sorry to hurt you all. im going to POP soon. all part Ds gonna POP soon. and right now, we really cannot pass the unit to you all like this. you all cannot even settle the conflicts between yourselves. how you expect to lead the unit? if like that, i rather wash my hands off you all and propose to close down the unit. dont waste your future junior's time.your cca showcase plan, not even done up. given how much time? at least a week. and you tell me you all cannot find time to meet up. is there really a need? like Mam said,you all can msn chat with your friends, boy/girlfriends. yet cannot talk to your own fellow cadets? is it that hard? if you were all seasoned leaders. someone should have stepped up to delegate, assigning the different job. can you imagine how shock i was to know the brochure was not even properly drafted. worse off all, you all din even know what each other wanted.one person do what he think, another does his own things? like mam said again. when she was in school last year. we the current part Ds sacrificed countless lunches and recesses just to make our training plans. have you any idea how fast the process has to be? did you know this stuff behind the scenes? you think you all do a training plan just like that and it can be carried out immediately? will it be so flawless that it cannot even be editted?let me tell you all, we have to make draft of plans on weekends. sleeping usually only at 2am. then pass to CO on monday. after editting is done on tuesday, tuesday have specialist meeting. then wednesday put on noticeboard. you know how many hours this takes? and somemore the reviews on every training about your performances we have to feedback after trainings? no right? TO THE PART C BOYS. i seriously dont know what is going on. yes you may not like them. i closed one eye to your behaviours, but you all better make up your mind and wake up your bloody idea. that goes to the part C girls too. your standard is not on a down low. it literally sucks. in fact i must say this horrifying fact. your standard even if its not lesser than the part Bs, it is at the most only on par with them. yet, you all have a year of extra training. coming up? going to be specialists?you think you can just stroll in and lead the unit? you think you can handle the stress of the planning?the answer is YES. i know you all can. i have seen you all bonded better together. somehow in the middle you alll fell apart.you all really have to find time, to solve your own conflicts, and settle down. all in all, i must say it is still us the part D's fault for not giving you all better teachings and attention. we are like your parents in NCC, you as our children are not doing well, we will definitely be upset and unhappy. i hope you all will think about it. all the best for CCA showcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, Staff Sergeant Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to serve with pride and dedication. NCC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6318251626179863376?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6318251626179863376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6318251626179863376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6318251626179863376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6318251626179863376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/haipassing-out-lo.html' title='hai...passing out lo.'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6239265116281423235</id><published>2009-01-08T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:41:58.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, im so tired from the day's activities, just thought i should change blog song awhile. i repeat awhile... so will change back one i dont care. but this is a really nice song too anyway.going iron no.3 then sleep liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/the only thing/time that brightens up my day.is when im with you YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6239265116281423235?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6239265116281423235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6239265116281423235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6239265116281423235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6239265116281423235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-im-so-tired-from-days.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8146352265525441378</id><published>2009-01-07T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:00:41.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless because of you.:D</title><content type='html'>just went to read my darling's blog like i always do. :D just want you to know, darling! words may not mean much. but everything you say i grab it and hold on tight to it forever. after seeing those words. i was like totally speechless and dont know what to think. all i could do was just grin to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is really no remedy to this love. but to love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, in case you all dont know what is the embarrassing thing. i tell you all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;me queueing up for food( i all translate to english)."auntie!faster lei! i want to get to my wedding." auntie:" marry ah? but your wife here what.(points to herself) must wait for me." so after like a minute. then darling came. talk talk talk. i ordered my 4 chicken drumstick. auntie goes:"here you go, your wedding must invite me ah." me:" dont need, my wife her already, (points to darling.)" HAHAHA auntie: "wait i want see! not bad very compatible, here you go la, i give you 5 drumsticks instead. " LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i gotta say, and i just have to use the quotes from twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/i dont have the strength to stay away from you anymore. :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8146352265525441378?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8146352265525441378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8146352265525441378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8146352265525441378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8146352265525441378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/speechless-because-of-youd.html' title='speechless because of you.:D'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3727745753484780275</id><published>2009-01-07T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:16:22.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWILIGHT IS FREAKING MELT-A-BLE AND GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THATS ALL I GOTTA SAY! MORNING EVERYONE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3727745753484780275?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3727745753484780275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3727745753484780275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3727745753484780275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3727745753484780275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-is-freaking-melt-ble-and-great.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2550808664716191552</id><published>2009-01-06T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:25:34.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART OF ISPL</title><content type='html'>today had Heart Of ISPL 2, a so called continued thingy of last year's. well i guess it was kinda fun. we kept finding places to sing with the best surround sound(echo) i was like walking into the girls changing room all the time until darling tell me get out. LOL.  so we sang Im Yours by jason mraz. i must say we did very well. all of us except for keneth that it. HAHAHA. anyway, we din win a single prize. but who cares. we did well and had fun. thats all there really is to it. :D right? so end of the whole day liao ms ng call us gather. and i as ex-chairman asked to help gather everyone again...TSK. and she call out names of people who never hand in admin stuff. and after that i told her i dont know how to do the chem ispl finish. and she come talking to me abt what nonsense saying i have friends right? so i should ask them. LOL. so aliff being the good soul that he is help me through the salts ispl. but still i dont know how to finish... hopeless. after that went home then nap nap liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! anyway, no offense to most couples. but i believe that when your together or something. its always nice to look happy together...so called la..... just take note okay my readers? its like come on.... walking on singapore streets. at least see 5 couples. tell me, do any of them look happy to see or be with their partner? no right? so thats the problem. no wonder PM want more babies and more people marrying. but so many people still divorcing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note. have you all ever been stuck in between a battle between your parents and never know what to do? well that happen to me tonight. shall not elaborate... just like so sian... they not happy with each other... make me not happy also.... sad, at the same time angry. they really should think about the kids. i promise next time my kids will nvr feel the same way i do. i just want normal parents with normal attitudes.when your in those situations sometime the kids just want to break down. which leads to another thing....commiting suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think okay!!!!it takes sibei alot of courage to even want to commit suicide. showing how pressured/pushed the kids are the their limits. so people. please nvr repeat the mistake of most of the parents this generation. must let our kids erm... live well. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. i really got no photos in my post hor? i promise promise put up some soon. a note to my readers: i think im a super nice blogger. im not like some who will chase down people to tag at their blog. i can see my blog got quite some visiters. but no one tag one. hahaha!so ya, im very very super duper nice. i just let you all read. and ponder yourself. BUT, its nice to see some reaction la. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ i got the present liao. thanks! sneakers!haha! its a gd fit btw, try liao. :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2550808664716191552?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2550808664716191552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2550808664716191552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2550808664716191552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2550808664716191552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-of-ispl.html' title='HEART OF ISPL'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6633727248277589193</id><published>2009-01-05T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:04:15.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah sian ah!!! SO MANY NCC THING TO DO</title><content type='html'>alright. currently doing my ispl for chemistry.... still got 4 more haven do.... can die liao... and still got backup plan for cca showcase im in charge. urgh...die die.... anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career workshop'09 was super duper super duper fun. know why? cause i got 10 points! no one knows what that means huh? well you all will never know. haha!!!! and i just love my pink shirt. :D:D:D::D was actually thinking that the whole workshop was going to be boring and stupid. but i must say i really gained lots of insight about the diff job prospects and stuff. and my darling cheanpin was comment for the girl really ready to go for interview! HAHAHA! and i was like going to punch the coach if he said something bad....until jessie must ask me relax...LOL. anyway... tmr is the continued thingy of heart of ispl. and my group of 10 people are already settled. want to sing im yours. which i think is quite weird. lol. well anyway, i gotta sleep liao, or else tmr i late for school almost like today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6633727248277589193?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6633727248277589193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6633727248277589193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6633727248277589193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6633727248277589193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/wah-sian-ah-so-many-ncc-thing-to-do.html' title='wah sian ah!!! SO MANY NCC THING TO DO'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5424818174605844731</id><published>2009-01-05T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:36:50.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOSH AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOW TO FREAKING DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5424818174605844731?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5424818174605844731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5424818174605844731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5424818174605844731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5424818174605844731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/omgosh-againhow-to-freaking-do.html' title=''/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3174743744232393408</id><published>2009-01-04T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:41:54.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISPLS!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ISPLs ISPLs!!!!!!!!!!!!!HOWS TO DO HOW TO DO HOW TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MS NG I DONT WANT BETA FORM!!!!!!!!!!FORGIVE ME PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!I POLISH YOUR BOOTS FOR ONE MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3174743744232393408?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3174743744232393408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3174743744232393408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3174743744232393408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3174743744232393408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/ispls-ah.html' title='ISPLS!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4556587345112035766</id><published>2009-01-04T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:18:18.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally finished.</title><content type='html'>alright finally finished setting test paper. hope clarence and weiting will approve it. or else i no time to edit it liao i think. nights. or rather, morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4556587345112035766?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4556587345112035766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4556587345112035766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4556587345112035766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4556587345112035766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-finished.html' title='finally finished.'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7040186679026818621</id><published>2009-01-03T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:04:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day....without you....</title><content type='html'>alright it has truely been a boring day...wake up early then need go tuition liao. stupid tuition make me cannot even talk to my darling properly. making her depress. i hate my life. my life sucks. NO, its sucks more than its sucks. and now im setting test paper for my part Bs. need to calm down...or else cannot even think of what questions to set. and part Bs please study. thats all for today. sorry for the crappy post nowadays. its just crappy posts from a crappy person who is feeling very crappy. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/im sorry your depressed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not talking to you is bad for my health...lol.... :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see you monday....chants* "monday monday...mon..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RMB down with rashes still then dont come. REST WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7040186679026818621?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7040186679026818621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7040186679026818621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7040186679026818621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7040186679026818621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-daywithout-you.html' title='boring day....without you....'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6583990430917180043</id><published>2009-01-02T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:03:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day</title><content type='html'>today, was a super boring day, besides the fact i had to wake up early, there was a meeting early in the morning. dont want to say much, handphone okay le, but don want post photos anyway, feel the christmas mood over or something. i was a tour guide to 3e4'09 btw, and i think they are pathetic...nvr even listen to me one....if only mr quek was actually with us during the tour then that would have been better. after school got muster parade/promotion ceremony. great job to most of my part B's on promoting you all did well today. super shagged now. shall just laze around and decompose. omgosh i sound like bing chen. who incidentally, just took over my role as class chair person. :Dthats all , no mood to say anything. until next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/we need to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6583990430917180043?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6583990430917180043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-133497860868989487</id><published>2008-12-31T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:09:53.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is back !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME ONE IS BACK FROM SWITZERLAND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i got time to say. hope you see this. haha. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-133497860868989487?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/133497860868989487/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-527490981075449416</id><published>2008-12-30T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:50:44.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im crazy</title><content type='html'>i know its almost midnight. but guess what im doing. im watching HSM 1/2/3 altogether. my movie downloading software finally got HSM3 . i buffer all 3 movies liao then keep rewinding to all the melting parts i remember. like you all already dont know, im hsm crazy... ... :D omgosh. again...i wish time would just stop. we are like sec 4 liao.....hai........ we'll in this together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-527490981075449416?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7608922726825878120</id><published>2008-12-30T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:47:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute to mr chun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TRIBUTE TO MR CHUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your not going blind or your eyesight getting poorer. it indeed is Mr Chun Sir Kin im addressing. hmmm....where to start. alright, lets start with the fact i just came back from tuition. go bathe liao. sending the relay message abt tomorrow to many people. then just now check my mail. and i received this email titled "Moving on in year 2009" sent to me from &lt;strong&gt;fortyforty&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;a href="mailto:eng90247@hotmail.com"&gt;eng90247@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what is said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi all, How is everyone? Ready for the new school and the new term? After joining NCC(SEA) from Y2005 to Y2008, I shall be moving on to another CCA in Y2009. My many thanks to everyone who has, in one way or another, helped to make my stay in NCC(SEA) a rewarding and enjoyable journey. I wish everyone all the best in the CCA, and continue to do well in the future. Thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regards,Mr. CHUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i was damn happy seeing those words im telling you. but what bothered me was that my happiness was short-lived. which i nvr expected. call me crazy. but in my hotmail i have 300+ emails from him. i guess when you read the words from a guy like him almost everyday he kinda grows on you. like a mole you hated but in the end you found out it actually defines you kinda thing. looking back, no offence la. but he really was a pain in the ass! but he did delivered his promises, in helping us forge a better future in our CCA,but i think i didn'y :(. it was just that he was in a CCA that actually had people like ME. who apparently i think and do things almost the opposite from him. i believed NCC can still be about fun. but to him it was all regimental and army style. now that he is gone. i think i will really miss him and that file he always brings along everywhere. especially his non-camera phone that can bring into amy camp one. haha. those were fun times...really fun times... and i think its safe to admit how many times we talked abt him behind his back. criticizing and cursing him when he gave us push-ups.now that he is gone, i really would like to see how we will progress/deprove. all in all, i must say mr chun! you are actually one hell of a teacher officer.i wish you well in your future CCA too. you may be gone but your teachings do stay on.(rmb all the emails you send me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we want to win in our CCA, but we must also win in our studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making MY NCC experience a memorable one too. i wish you all the best in your future CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but once a sea cadet, always a sea cadet Mr Chun :D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;talking about all this really makes me think back on those old ncc days. how we were pumped like siao. damn i love ncc, i must say again. mr chun you rocks. im regretting now how i nvr treasured you teachings and advice and you everyting-must-be-sibei-detailed way of doing things. abt 10+ trainings more and i gonna step down POP liao. can imagine myself crying tears flowing like crazy.....shit man.... why cant time just slow down now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ 17 more hours. :D im tearing tears of joy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7608922726825878120?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7608922726825878120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7608922726825878120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7608922726825878120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7608922726825878120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-mr-chun.html' title='tribute to mr chun'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4958228555034815648</id><published>2008-12-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:36:30.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a joke</title><content type='html'>currently writing a tribute to mr chun. stay tuned. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4958228555034815648?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4958228555034815648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4958228555034815648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4958228555034815648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4958228555034815648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-joke.html' title='not a joke'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3462642766620083581</id><published>2008-12-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:45:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahah</title><content type='html'>hahaha! just having a talk with some random classmates. talk abt new class name then in the end talk abt going poly. if you all want to know. im following mdm fadilah. she got a degree in sports science and diploma in psycology or something. i want both too. cause both were what i wanted in the first place. so now like scouting all the open houses and courses available, both full/part - time courses. then like dont offer the one i want xia. stupid polys....haha. well,  i guess its never too late to prepare huh....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3462642766620083581?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3462642766620083581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3462642766620083581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3462642766620083581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3462642766620083581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahah.html' title='hahah'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7376643914717930847</id><published>2008-12-27T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:28:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>form teacher</title><content type='html'>alright just an annoucement. all please go check school website. and now the classes are like super lame. at least to me its lame. they are named after the school values or something. like enterprise, creativity and many more. wth. my classes is reflection. 4E reflection. worse still. Form teacher is mdm jayanthi.yeah! Co-form teacher is Ms Ng Soo Hua. OMGOSH! YOUR KIDDING ME!.... can you imagine.....Ms Ng:"reflection.....can you dont make so much noise....you know your noise all reflect back to the classroom one anot....so noisy....you all never learn........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7376643914717930847?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7376643914717930847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7376643914717930847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7376643914717930847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7376643914717930847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/form-teacher.html' title='form teacher'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8648704056360299885</id><published>2008-12-27T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:20:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid phone.</title><content type='html'>yes. home sweet home i guess. im back in Singapore. i dont think i want to blog about the christmas dinner much. cause my damn handphone is spoilt. so SUNTHAR AND DANSHAN!if you both see this, please dont do anything to your phones!i want put my Memory card inside then transfer all my files out thn can throw th phone liao. so until then. sorry to all who sms me. cause i cant see nuts with my phone. anyway, the christmas buffet was nice la. about 10 over dishes. and plus the whole lamb with lime sauce. omgosh! thinking abt again makes me hungry liao. and the great chat with my cousin's teenage friends abt well, the typical stuff. guys,girls and schooling. :D. the christmas this year was kinda early to end. ended at 12... so after that i went to clear up the whole place. wash plates and all. i think i become super guai this trip back for christmas. so thats all bah. i really hope i just can get the pictures. i will just put on my facebook i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the adults(my relatives) have been like super anxious to get to see my cousins getting married. which i think is kinda dumb? i mean no one can force this kinda things what. for all you know, push push push until the girl/boy friend don't want them liao then forever become single for life.... anway i think its stupid can liao. and i will really miss the talking C**K times we have every night. laugh until cannot sleep.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something random. TO ALL GUYS. GO the borders bookstore. go buy a book titled men are from mars, and women from venus. my recommendation. go research on it or something. its kinda cool. its actually for women actually, but i think its kinda good for guys too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO JACELYN!!!!!YES,I DO MISS CHEANPIN MORE THAN JOLYN MISSES HER,MORE THAN YOU MISS HER.BUT MAYBE NOT MORE THAN EVERYONE MISSES HER cause everyone would include me too???? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ i  do miss you like...ALOT&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8648704056360299885?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8648704056360299885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8648704056360299885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8648704056360299885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8648704056360299885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-phone.html' title='stupid phone.'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8683177438310936588</id><published>2008-12-26T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:58:24.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a later time bah</title><content type='html'>alright look at the time ... the party just ended not long ago. im super full. super happy and super tired. so i shall leave the story maybe to 3 days later. cause tmr got ice-skating and nxt few days shopping. so will be busy. but stay tuned though. i may surprise you all. :D and my hp spoil xia. wth hor. i just hope the memory card is safe can liao. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until then. TOODLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/8days to the day my heart lifts itself up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8683177438310936588?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8683177438310936588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8683177438310936588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8683177438310936588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8683177438310936588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/later-time-bah.html' title='a later time bah'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5866132585796460375</id><published>2008-12-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:07:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD,FOOD FOOD!</title><content type='html'>alright. i gotta cut it short. cause im going to watch movie again. haha. woke up early in the morning. had nasi lemak, beancurd and soya bean for breakfast. after that moved off to the jetty to board the ferry. the ferry took about 45mins to reach Pulau Ketam(translate directly it means Island Crab). quite okay la. except the safety measures of the boat sucks. cause its like your enclosed in the boat so cannot escape if the boat capsize. all die liao....what i died there huh...would anyone cry over me? what would my funeral be like? Note:play nicer songs. LOL! alright,dont so emo talk abt dying liao. anyway. went there to visit my great 3rd aunt one. so ate the home made popiah. wah lau, really very nice. i eat until 3 luh.:D. and after that went walking around the village. took alot of photos of the rural area and the popiah(food again...). let you all pampered people know what its like to live in proverty okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,after that went to eat lunch. had stuff like crab again. erm, mantis prawn and lots more. then took the trip back to mainland.oh ya, forgot to add. actually the feel of the place is kinda nice. its like dont know why everyone knows everyone. and when my mother tried to pay for the lunch. the restaurant dont allow her to pay. so like homely la basically. cause of the simple life they live so its very peaceful and laid-back.so when reached back i went to the gym. my uncle and cousins tried to sneak me and my bro in. cause members not allowed to use the weight-lifting stuff. like what the hell la. we also live there what. what kinda system xia. must really complain luh. anyway, in the end i and bro just ran from the club house to the main entrance of the whole estate and back to the house. about 5km. so you can imagine how big the whole place is liao. my aunt's house is a 5 room,1 living room 2-leveled semi-detached terrace house. i think its big liao. but got other houses that are privately built in the whole resort/estate. some look like the Roman buildings got big big pillar, some got their own underground carpark, some got swimming pool,some also basketball court. the best is they got 4 cars, one mercedes, one MPV and 2 sports cars,an Aston Martin and lamborghini. anyways, aftet that i go bathe then had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dinner i had steamboat. omgosh got like 15++ people eat also only eat half of the food we started with. got all types of balls.(LOL!) and crab we bought from pulau ketam and prawns.tofu, shitake mushrooms,mushrooms, noodles, blah blah blah. you will know what when i post the pictures on all the food. anyway, tmr is the christmas dinner. i think i will burst xia. i check just now 60.3 kg liao. so i just gonna continue to eat. heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i gotta go watch movie now. haha. SO.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL! MUCH LOVE AND KissES!HAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/merry christmas darling. :D 9days more. i will be fat and chubby then. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5866132585796460375?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5866132585796460375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5866132585796460375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5866132585796460375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5866132585796460375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/foodfood-food.html' title='FOOD,FOOD FOOD!'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4669241015794222135</id><published>2008-12-24T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:55:18.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am.back again</title><content type='html'>man...it has been a tiring day.been training my pull-ups again. super hard la, im training to do 7 full ones. not those sissy wissy kind i know most guys do. sorry to insult you all, just my opinion. train early bah. anyway, woke up at 9am today. slept only at 2am today. so went out to eat at originalKayu. its a huge restaurant that sells all sorts of thosai and roti chenai.(note:Singapore its called roti prata, Malaysia its called roti chenai.) and way. we made a mistake by ordering one extra thosai. and i had to eat half of my younger brothers roti chenai w/egg cause he cannot finish. together with my roti bomb. (basically, roti bomb is roti prata and inside they put sugar and butter so its super melty and sweet and all the sweetness *BOMB* in your mouth when you cut/bite it.) sad that i sid not eat roti tissue thought (its this 1.5M long super thin roti prata that is sprinkled with sugar and brushed with butter.super crispy and thin hence the name roti tissue, :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that when we went to my aunt judy's house. She and uncle Ming Siew went to work first to settle some stuff. while i shot some hoops for about 1.5hrs and went to bathe. once i finished we set of from the house to the airport to fetch Whitney my cousin who is studying actuarial science in Lincoln. apparently its super cold there now. hope cheanpin is fine and warm. :S. its so cold that her whole body is like super dry, and her face so flushed red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to have a simple lunch. and went to visit my aunt'smother-in-law. what a sad thing, know what she did? apparently she wants to come home so much that she had to makeup stories. well serves her right bah for doing those bad things in the past. teach her that she was actually so lucky to have a daughter-in-law who puts up with her for so long liao. and her own blood children dont even care abt her. WTHHHHHHHH man. what is the world coming to. some people are just either born without hearts to show care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after that. we all went home to slack again. and the huge tent was set-up by some people for the christmas party tmr. and vroom....off to dinner&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.TODAY ALL ABOUT FOOD AH!HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, we had all the junk food. although im not complaining. weate chicken wings,beef/chicken satay and chilli crabs and steamed crabs. eat until damn full. until now still full la. so came home after that and have been watching tv ever since. just watch some Phua Chu Kang. laugh like hell. then actually wanted to watch the Just Follow Law but instead came here to blog. see! i so Guai right! So guai until bring my ISPL here still nvr do...... :S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tmr apparently going to some fishing farm or something. can catch fish or crabs to bring back and my grandma will be making crab porridge or chilli crab too. yumyum. im gonna reach my target of at least 60kg. i was like 58kg when i reach here. now im 59.2kg liao. hahahaha!somemore tmr the christmas party. turkey,beef,mutton,pork, chicken. whatever kinda meat i will eat it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,i really will try to get a recording of my relative's choir singing at the church. its great. sorry no photos ah. its like low quality but still quite high la cause i take with phone.(does that make sense?) once i go back then only upload in a post. cause i forgot bring my cable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,until then, stay tuned! gotta sleep now to catch the early ferry ride tmr. CIAO!(sara, note i used correct spelling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag reply to kellie/BC/Pei San:im not really emo. just unhappy, not unhappy as in sad. if that even makes sense. just the kinda unhappy when you miss someone? understand? i hope you do. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ damn....i just realised....i miss you!?!?!?!?LOL. you want to know how much, think of something silly and i have probably done it. lets see,type 100+++ "i miss you" on my phone? HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;urgh...baby i cant sleep till your next me.....feels like insomnia  ooooOHHH hai...imiss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Db0bKT7E4pI&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/Db0bKT7E4pI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/2733274720384348572-4669241015794222135?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4669241015794222135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4669241015794222135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4669241015794222135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4669241015794222135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-amback-again.html' title='here i am.back again'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2331556402271766117</id><published>2008-12-23T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:08:39.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so late liao haha!</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT...LOOK AT THE TIME!TO CUT IT SHORT, TODAY I HAVE BEEN SLACKING LIKE CRAZY MAN. I LIKE THE CAPS SO IM JUST LEAVING IT LIKE THAT. ANYWAY,WE WERE HAVING DINNER AT MY ELDEST AUNTS HOUSE AND NOW IM AT MY OTHER AUNTS HOUSE. WE WERE AT MY RELATIVES CHRISTMAS CHOIR REHEARSAL JUST. I THINK THEY ARE REALLY GOOD. ONLY IF POSSIBLE I RECORD THE SINGING. :D ANYWAY, I HAVE BEEN PLAYING MONOPOLY WITH MY YOUNGER BROTHER  AND COUSINS HAHA, WELL IM LIKE SUPER TIRED NOW, SO I SHALL GO SLEEP LIAO. TOODLES PEOPLE! STAY TUNED AGAIN! I KNOW YOU LOVE ME! I THINK....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2331556402271766117?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2331556402271766117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2331556402271766117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2331556402271766117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2331556402271766117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-late-liao-haha.html' title='so late liao haha!'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-1381518450577926561</id><published>2008-12-22T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:36:50.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESSED</title><content type='html'>One word &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPRESSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....................sighs............i seem so lively and cheerful in the morning and afternoon, but when night comes. i somehow just go dark and gloomy. missing someone as always(DUH). dont know la, you know the feeling when you sometimes feel that your looking at everything in the world as if your not a part of it. well, i feel like that almost every single night. it not a feelings that sucks. just wanna know why it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well it 12.30am over here now, had a chat with bing chen. apparently he might be back for homecoming walk. i cant wait to punch his lump of fats again. be warned, im sitting with him. no one can steal him away from me. :S. had my dinner just now at my other aunt's house. as usual her cooking is up to standard. :D will be going rock climbing maybe tmr, i also not sure. then ice-skating on tuesday or wednesday. should be fun. anyway, i gotta sleep now, to get lost in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/if missing you IS my job, i think my boss is gonna give me a big bonus. cause im so dedicated at it. :S:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hai.....miss you like hell la............hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-1381518450577926561?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/1381518450577926561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=1381518450577926561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1381518450577926561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/1381518450577926561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/depressed.html' title='DEPRESSED'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4188660639811505798</id><published>2008-12-20T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:26:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in KL now</title><content type='html'>hi people! im in KL now, raining cats and dogs... hows the weather in singapore? just had a wedding dinner. food was okay la, not that nice i must admit. but edible. well, been catching up with my cousins. alot of things happening lately. anyway,i gtg liao. tmr going ice skating i think. :D so since its the christmas mood for me. i shall send you all off with some really nice songs. from from the disbanded boyband N'Sync :D. they still rocks. dont know why they disband also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwLgSjF7gy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwLgSjF7gy0&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxJv8GPyBV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxJv8GPyBV4&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright until then, BYEBYE! love to one and all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ i forgot to bring my jacket...feeling so cold from the rainy weather... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4188660639811505798?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4188660639811505798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4188660639811505798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4188660639811505798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4188660639811505798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-kl-now.html' title='in KL now'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-59850912833369047</id><published>2008-12-19T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:19:16.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>just had dinner just now, a freaking mac dinner...lol. initial plan we were going to selarang, sussex garden. this old kampong,country feel kinda house to have a BBQ with my father's ex-colleagues. its was kinda nice i must say. the host's husband was a Caucasian, and dammit. he is like the nicest one i have see so far. apparently he likes living in malaysia and once lived in Ipoh for 17years. says he love the country feel. (he's an engineer btw, what engineer likes country life? so opposite of their job culture la) and well his wife is the opposite. opposites attract? :D well, anyway, all the food was cooked by him to! and i helped of course. haha. i tell you all a secret la even if you all dont want to believe it. im a total major help in my house ever since my maid went back. since my elder bro is in army and younger bro is well.....young... so the chores all i have to help. and i discovered something. i love........to cook! its nothing shocking actually. but one day i hope to cook something for chean pin. maybe for all of you too!:D course when i cook i find it so interesting and relaxing. dont know la, thats just me. well anyway, back to story. the husband cooks the best pork man. he season the pork meat for like a day with just simple salt and vinegar from sri lanka(special salt and vinegar? :S) and then grill it just now. after that took so many photos la. its kinda both quirky and cool to see your own parents like feeling young again. the way they act and all. well almost all the adults were more or less quite drunk. while i was just drinking my Bailey's creme caramel 17percent alcohol. my mother was like dont drink! and my dad went, nvm la! just let him drink la! so i was laughing like hell there. after that. the host took out this 6-7kg whole salmon to grill. wth! so nice smell la! already like grilling finish already(took 45mins btw) and can smell the lime juices and all so nice hor.  and i had to go....wth right...must rush back go fetch my younger bro from him dance performance. aiyah! so thats why i ate mac. all in all, quite a fun night. so who cares....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr going KL for a week to celebrate christmas liao. so dont sms me, cause i wont reply. unless on msn. i try to post some photos bah i hope. :D stay tuned!!nights all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/hope your having a great time.stay warm, like how you warm my heart. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s// 12days...i really miss you...think bout you all night and day.hugging my jacket to sleep. wish you were here with me just for a moment. just a moment... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-59850912833369047?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/59850912833369047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=59850912833369047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/59850912833369047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/59850912833369047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8642543137104167977</id><published>2008-12-19T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:05:32.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facial process</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FACIAL REVEALED! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, i know you all wanted this review right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kk&lt;/span&gt;, i cut to the juice of the story. first go into the place and check for your appointment.then they will serve you a drink. drink varies depending on which day you go.they will see your specialist is ready for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anot&lt;/span&gt;.(my facial place is at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CnC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;)just so happens, my specialist who did facial for me very cute, look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; girl.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! (i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cheanpin&lt;/span&gt; sees this :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so she will escort you to the men's spa area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for guys go in first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, just take off your shirt and lie down. for girls must take off and wear some towel thingy to cover la obviously.the room is first lighted up, and got jazz music. then when starting, the spec(specialist) will dim the lights.first she will tie up your hair above your forehead so got no cream or water or whatever can touch your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, she start with a massage on your shoulders and face to help you relax.(but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, basket, she sometimes press so damn hard la! :S)&lt;br /&gt;secondly, is the facial cleansing cream on your face.to remove excess oil. then wipe off. after that she will put this facial scrub scrub on the face to remove dead skin cells on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and this moment still relaxed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that can open eyes look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chiobu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. alright, after this she will leave you alone while she arranges the steamer onto your face. to heat up your face so that the pores open up.(easier to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt;/remove blackhead, pimples and what not)i tell you the air so hot you breathe in pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. so i breathe by mouth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; over. she apparently switches on this super bright white light over your face.(and a cloth thing to cover the eyes cause too bright) apparently after the cream applying and all, your face is whiter plus with the light is even lighter! so its easy to see the blackheads and all cause their still like reddish or yellow or whatever colour they are suppose to be. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she uses this metal equipment to apparently either scoops up or poke the pimples to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;loosen&lt;/span&gt; them up first. its 2-sides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, nth can poke and scoop at the same time....sometimes she just press. alright, this is a suggestion to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; facial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;parlours&lt;/span&gt;!!! they should provide those squishy balls you know! cause for sudden pimple outbreak people like me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, its really freaking pain okay! i open my eyes for awhile and saw the sharp point on the equipment almost faint la!so basically, when we are in pain, we're holding those balls can squash them la! if i never cut my nails i think i clench my fingers until can cut into my palm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to keep a constant conversation with us la. we can talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; many stuff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;GFs&lt;/span&gt;,going back for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, how she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;travells&lt;/span&gt; to work. but the only bad question is when they always ask whether its pain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;!?!?!?! ALL ALSO PAIN LA! :S:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after this, they will put this ice cold cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;substance&lt;/span&gt; on your face. apparently must apply until very thick. its will like close up the pores and stop those bleeding pimples if any at all.i tell you, when she put that, i was like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;omgosh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so happy. cause the cooling sensation rocks after all the numbness from when they press/poke/scoop your face.(its not yourself pressing, so when they press, no mercy, is press until must make sure the blackhead come out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why so pain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so after the heat from your face heat up the whole thick layer of gel on your face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, most shocking things...she peeled it off.... apparently when it heats up they stick together, becoming a mask. cool right! :D so later i can enjoy jazz music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. when she applies the same cream she applied at the start, follow by a face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;moisturizer. then she will massage your back, your shoulders whole arm and all. and she leaves you there for another 5 mins so you can relax yourself. after that its over! and when you go out they serve you deserts. the desert varies depending on which day you go also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;so thats my 2nd experience. facial is tiring btw, so make sure to do on a day your free, cause after the facial all you really want to do is go home and just sleep. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, today is the future (2009) sec ones orientation in school or something. part B's! do well ya? must let SEA get all the cadets. leftover then give LAND! :D:D:D:D alright, i have to go fetch my younger brother liao. CHAO! :D until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8642543137104167977?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8642543137104167977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8642543137104167977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8642543137104167977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8642543137104167977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/facial-process.html' title='facial process'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-701947059372027132</id><published>2008-12-18T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:06:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facial crazy!haha</title><content type='html'>alright, i will be like going off to malaysia for christmas party with my cousins this saturday. get my head of the missing of someone. :D apparently is a 2 days party. wth right... nvm, im going facial now. AGAIN. haha, BYEBYE people! D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-701947059372027132?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/701947059372027132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=701947059372027132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/701947059372027132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/701947059372027132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/facial-crazyhaha.html' title='facial crazy!haha'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6327449369372981441</id><published>2008-12-16T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:36:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring days...</title><content type='html'>well, nth much has been happening lately, just feelin so tired. been doing ISPL(not actually doing la,just stare at it for hours,and appearing offline on msn waiting for some people to online. :S) well anyway, yesterday i went for the part B specialist course prep camp. i must say i gave them really great advice. of course la! people is GSK and IFC best okay. so my teaching skills on mutuals must be superb.(sry,must hao lian abit :D)i really had lots of things to comment...well if i comment alot, means i must say we did not do our very best as seniors previously.sorry Part B, i think we as Part C have not done our very best. i Hope you will do the honours of bringing back our prestigous Gold Unit again. maybe even Best SEA Unit.as for BEST Unit, that can wait la hor?:D well, see alot of funny things. plump chubby and uber cute Jonathon was laughing throughout his teaching. want to scold also cannot scold, cause i just laugh with them. Oh ya, forgot to mention, the other staff sergeants were WeiTing,Nurul Mardiah Bin'te(this one i dont know how to spell,please advice:D) Khai Johari, Zacc. CLTs(A.K.A Cheap Labor Team) were clarence and someother ex-USM of riverside secondary). well other funny things, ms yee talking about counting the hair on our guys ERHERM*. and talking about the word shacked, which we all use when we are tired after exercise. but actually it means tired after alot of sex.(which when you think bout it, sex is exercising what?!?!?!NVM....)when asked to comment, asshidah always say i dont know what to say?!?!?! overall i think Joseph and Salman are good la, the rest can do well, but not that good. just please listen to all our advice. and win some awards. i know you all wont fail me one. :D:D:D:D:DI LOVE NCC! P.S someone was not there :D:D:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yee:your balls must be so interesting, are you all counting the number of hair on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MsYee:did you all know after stressful exams, when mr quek wants to give lesson, he go and read up on joke books?then he can make lessons fun.(not really funny,but i thought its so cool of mr quek to do that. :D:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Salman:alright, now i shall teach about how to carry out PT activity,&lt;br /&gt;1.you start with warm-up, then pump up liao la&lt;br /&gt;2.2 round jog around field. so become more pump up la!&lt;br /&gt;3.do the 5bx push up and everything, so very pumped up liao la!(honestly you listen, you would think he talking abt being ready for sex. LOL! :))&lt;br /&gt;4.warming-down. cause shacked liao right? so must warm down&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon:(raise hand) IC! you know the other meaning of shacked anot?(laughs super loud)&lt;br /&gt;Commenting time*Ms Yee take water bottle and SMACK* hit Jonathon on the back....haha!&lt;br /&gt;explains meaning of shack* all laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6327449369372981441?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6327449369372981441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6327449369372981441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6327449369372981441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6327449369372981441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-days.html' title='boring days...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6746693012197443441</id><published>2008-12-16T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:19:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happ i guess. but still missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;look at my super nice tagboard!See got who there  tag anot? not president of singapore, not mas selamat, definitely not my mom either. its........."the one i miss" hahha happy....but still missing you. 16days.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All day...all night.... ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6746693012197443441?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6746693012197443441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6746693012197443441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6746693012197443441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6746693012197443441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/happ-i-guess-but-still-missing.html' title='happ i guess. but still missing...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-3768144248205937386</id><published>2008-12-13T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:16:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACIAL!</title><content type='html'>okay, im not gonna hide it. i miss her like crazy...i guess after someone you really need goes off then you know how important they are to you huh...hai... at least now i can concentrate on doing my ISPL. And then again, im only doing it cause she asked me too. or i would not even touch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, life is still boring without her in it la. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, tell you all something. first hand experience and review of the experience by me. good for girls and guys to listen up. you ALL should. you know my pimple outbreak like ever since June this year right? (thanks too all the extra NCC training...TSK...) well, last thursday i went a facial with my mom.(i go facial/massage, my mom massage). to sum it all up PAINFUL... i gtg now. shall tell you all about it soon. rmb...PAINFUL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-3768144248205937386?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/3768144248205937386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=3768144248205937386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3768144248205937386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/3768144248205937386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/facial.html' title='FACIAL!'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-507017002691894807</id><published>2008-12-11T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:43:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGH!!!</title><content type='html'>cant believe people in the world can be so feaking not understand and live a whole damn life without expressing true feelings! Eff you all seriously... i condemn you all too the fiery depths of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-507017002691894807?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/507017002691894807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=507017002691894807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/507017002691894807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/507017002691894807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/urgh.html' title='URGH!!!'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-742922217871319774</id><published>2008-12-10T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:13:57.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its sad...so sad....:S:S</title><content type='html'>21 hours from now,and she will be long gone...for 22 days...major ARGH!!!!!!so since i cant be online tonight so want to tell my darling cp. go there, let evrything go, and just have a hell of a time.:D:D.ISPL?nvm la...:S Dont know what to say, cause well, no words can really describe how much i will miss you. be thinking of you mostly at night when its peaceful and quiet.:Dwill miss all the things i used to talk to you about, my random laming, and cheesy talks, silly nonsense.at  be wondering what your doing there which is like 7 hours slower than local time right?already sad about not being with you, the moments we spent together...doing...things....:S:SLOL.and please dont think too much. we wont end up like others. when you thinking of me at night can always take out the gift i gave. remember, it means 1.cheanpin2.cheesy3.corny4.cheese5.christmas6.crazy,7.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha, okay, really dont know what would happen to me, but i will get my mind of by doing ISPL, love you lots, missing you already. sobssssssobssssss.*plays hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we did it we did it! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-742922217871319774?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/742922217871319774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=742922217871319774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/742922217871319774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/742922217871319774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-sadso-sadss.html' title='its sad...so sad....:S:S'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-2591985043317110314</id><published>2008-12-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:48:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back, with nothing</title><content type='html'>its been a long weekend, great days ahead! and then bad days after that....LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-2591985043317110314?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/2591985043317110314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=2591985043317110314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2591985043317110314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/2591985043317110314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-with-nothing.html' title='back, with nothing'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-8503113355733425888</id><published>2008-12-05T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:52:57.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents again. urgh...</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! i got a super bloody pounding headache. but i was watching money no enough 2 just now.tried to sleep, but im like so emotionally distressed now. so all i gotta say now is treat your parents well you idiots of the world. stay tuned for my story and opinions. and hopefully you can all give comments. i go rest now. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-8503113355733425888?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/8503113355733425888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=8503113355733425888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8503113355733425888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/8503113355733425888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/parents-again-urgh.html' title='parents again. urgh...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5797124039201731280</id><published>2008-12-05T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:40:19.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry not posting so long, busy</title><content type='html'>HI PEOPLE! SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG, BUT HAVE BEEN KINDA BUSY CAUSE MY TUITION START AGAIN IN DECEMBER LIAO. AND GOT JAMMING SOON, SHALL UPDATE ON THAT. WELL, AFTER 12TH I SHOULD BE KINDA FREE ALREADY. SO TILL THEN. TOODLES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5797124039201731280?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5797124039201731280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5797124039201731280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5797124039201731280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5797124039201731280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-not-posting-so-long-busy.html' title='sorry not posting so long, busy'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-7397365719599467860</id><published>2008-12-02T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:40:41.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>alright people, im back! dont know got people read also anot. well, anyway, today is a random post bah i guess.cause i just wanna talk about something in genral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (EVERYBODY GO ARGH!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, lets start by saying, parents!!!! your so irritating la!!!! have you ever felt that parents kinda have a one-sided thinking? i mean everytime they scold you saying you dont think flexibly when actually they themselves dont? well i have that kinda parents. just the other day, i listened to the radio. the dj said that children always constantly change their learning styles, so parents should actually be changing their teaching styles. see? its not us thats not improving, its them! our parents! when we improve or change, they dont see it cause their still stuck in their own same position!or rather same thinking pattern.:S and they can really change their mood sometimes. one time they can be happy one time they can be one black face all of a sudden. and everything around you seems to be a weapon they can use to shoot you back with... hai...thats parents for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, today, my family were sitting together to have dinner. so my younger brother wants to watch the television. then my father off it, and said " eat already finish then watch" so my brother being naughty as he is make alot of noise with the utensils. and kept going " eat finish already cannot watch already, show already finish what!" and then seeing that, my father kinda gave a softer tone like that. like he was melting kinda thing. LOL... well anyway, it showed me that parents do some things that dont seem right to us. but at least to them, its right. so who are we to complain?&lt;br /&gt;i guess is just easier to say that well, we love our parents. no matter how much trouble we can cause them, they will always do, and as for us. we cant help it too la. all i can say for children in general to our parents is this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We hate that we love them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. seeya all soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/STVInteYH3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/22p4gM5RPvQ/s1600-h/No+more+lar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/STVInteYH3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/22p4gM5RPvQ/s320/No+more+lar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275202385593507698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,THATS MY YOUNGER BROTHER! CUTE RIGHT!:D(and my mother at background:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-7397365719599467860?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/7397365719599467860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=7397365719599467860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7397365719599467860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/7397365719599467860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-post.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/STVInteYH3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/22p4gM5RPvQ/s72-c/No+more+lar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4077820082051623684</id><published>2008-11-29T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:30:06.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am...back again. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well hi people, back to update again as promised. kinda lazy actually. been really lethargic lately.(is that how you spell lethargic?:S)well i shall skip EOY NCC camp stuff bah and the birthday party thingy. just talk about class chalet. well, it was great in general. obviously the malay guys brightened up the whole thing, without them was great in a sense that everything was just time to chill and relax which was great too.:D well had BBQ which was a also great la, i was praised constantly on how i really looked like a satay man... MAJOR TSK LA! nvm... take it as a compliment la hor... well din sleep the whole day, go here go there. places that i love to go again, things i would love to do again also. all in all it was great. i would not change a thing, really.and well today my parents and my younger brother go for a wedding dinner, so my cousin Rosalind , my elder brother and I, went to eat at pastamania. i think its too pricey and the food not really that nice also, rating out of 5 stars would only be 2 la. well really nice to like talk mature talk with them. talked and talked. naturally talked out couples. which got me really pissed la. they kept saying like i should break up and what crap. like do we even know love? i was like, DO YOU KNOW IT THEN?like they never really bothered about how i felt at all la. tsk...wanted to throw my pasta sauce at them... nvm...that was the only crappy subject la, the rest was like thinking of job path. just so you know, im really into interaction with the people. give me 2 computers and an office desk i think i will be bored to death please.... so i was thinking more into like tourism or sports sciences kinda stuff. :D:D:D:D. well i want to end it here. nights people. will update soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/we may have problems now, but i know if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we get by them together, nothing can bring us down honey...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4077820082051623684?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4077820082051623684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4077820082051623684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4077820082051623684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4077820082051623684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-i-amback-again-d.html' title='here i am...back again. :D'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4483077446203072808</id><published>2008-11-28T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:18:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hi people, just came back from class chalet about the same time now yesterday. will update soon on ll the things and others i previously promised. until then. im still kinda tired. so shall go sleep again.... piggy josh signing out. OINK OINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4483077446203072808?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4483077446203072808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4483077446203072808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4483077446203072808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4483077446203072808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-yesterday.html' title='back yesterday...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-6418540670129127997</id><published>2008-11-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:16:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camp people! LIKE 3 DAYS AGO....</title><content type='html'>well, its been long people. just felt super tired from camp and everything. well im back already. so you all should be happy. lets see gonna be damn wordy and super long so bear with me people alright?lets start about my NCC camp to ECP first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DAY 1 OF CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, woke up about 5.30am to set off for camp. took my super fat black crumpler and set of for school. everything was kinda light i guess cause all clothes only. the tents all i throw and leave to Uma already. haha! so when i walked to the bus-stop. i realise i would reach the 7-11 near school earlier than expected so i called Jie Jian telling him i would reach at 6.50 instead of the 7.15 we planned for.( we were collecting the Nasi Ayam for the first meal breakfast for our cadets, and Jie Jian had our money)well when i called him, he said his father was gonna be sending him. so i told him he can set off now. and guess what. i reached there like 6.55, he still not there! he only reach at 7.20 xia!(tell you what happen later) so when i reach i saw WeiTing with his ultra small nike bag. dont know how he fit all camp stuff in that tiny bag lor...so we talk and talk, and condemned Jie Jian on how funny and blurr h always looks. so as time went by i decided to buy snacks for my group that i was assigned to during the camp. only to my group la, im kinda selfish one.(need make my people feel special.:D) so i told maybelline i what i was doing and she agreed so i went to buy lor.(Maybelline my group IC, and i was the instructor, plus assistant logistics for whole camp, although i mostly slack and all ask Jie Jian do. cause he so bullyable)so back to collecting stupid Nasi Ayam. Jie Jian reached only at 7.15.........in SCHOOL!!!!! i was like calling him and he said. "Josh, I in school now ah, my father drop me off in school." so i went like What the Jie Jian...You MAMA....so nvm, i ask Weiting how, and he said to tell Jie Jian he had 3 mins to run down to us. and he did of course. :D. So later on we take our food to school and blah blah blah, as usual the cadets complained saying that the food to cold, rice too hard, not enough flavour. i was like damn pissed. but nvm la, they dont know how lucky they are to even HAVE food to eat.(funny little incident happen. i was like doing my stuff and then Jie Jian checking the Items hor.he realised he did not bring the prizes for our camp. and i laughed like hell...so i told him to just take his time go home take then go ECP himself.)and before that well, we split the cadets into their groups and did a bag check.(of cause boy check boy girl check girl la). My group was group 2, consisting of cadets Iman(cadet IC),Aisyah,Ardilla,Gladys and Jonas...wong. not joe jonas. :D. cause he cant sing at all anyway.haha. so after all the admin matters we set off to ECP.(and just before we went off, Jie Jian arrived, guess what? he paid 20 dollars to get home and get back to school. KNOW WHY!!!!cause he thought when i told him to take his time!!!HE THOUGHT I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!!!!cannot stand him man...)ANYWAY, we got to our tentage area which my fellow cadets had already scouted which as really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;reach already hor. i saw this auntie lingering around our area. walks nearer* oH! ITS MARDIAH! HAHAH! apparently they slept at like 2-3am the previous night. stupid nia...haha. so cut short abit ah. they all thought by Yiren,Mardiah,Nazirul and Uma how to pitch tent. or course Ms Yee stepped in to help la, she really rocks la. starting of camp already scold cadets on the bus. " YOU ALL BETTER BEHAVE OR ELSE I WILL SLAP YOU ALL UP DOWN LEFT RIGHT CENTRE!" PRO Ms Yee....and not to mention smack me on my thigh like 15 times already.so later on had lunch, then we went on the play the games. at first playing waterbomb clingcling, then hor, got safety briefing, can only throw like at legs, and before that mardiah splat one on my back.so i condemn" hey cadets! your Staff Sergeant Mardiah hor? dont know her Bio one lei! legs also dont know where?" then all laughed like hell. :D:D. so at first we played cling cling, then all go crazy just grabbed water bomb and throw. which i tot was more fun. cause thanks to JieJian, Who bought like 400 plastic bags, we had plenty of waterbombs. after that we playedmany other water bomb related games like Dog&amp;amp;Bone water bomb edition. and many more. after that we let all the cadets bathe first. while instructors laid back to stink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;after they finished bathing we all sat with our groups to think of item for talent time. BTW, i named our group CHIHUAHUA after the dog. haha. SUPER FUN BUNCH LA THEY ALL. so we had this remix of many HSM songs that coincided with the mood of talentime night. and GUESS WHAT! OUR GROUP WON!!! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;heres the lyrics. and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(girls at front boys at back, with interval spacing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what time izzit? Talenttime, its our vacation,(hands in air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what time izzit? B...BQ time, thats right say it loud! (hands in air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what time izzit?the time of our lives, anticipation!(hands in air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what time izzit?party time, schools out! scream and shout!(hands in air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G)TROY.....(girls swift motion with hands and slide back pointing at boys who move front.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B)Right now we can hardly Sing...(turns and looks at girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G)all you can do is know that i belive...(eye contact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B)and thats all we really need.(eye contact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G)so come on!(eye contact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B)make us strong!(flex muscles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its time to turn it up, carry on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(boys face front.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B)cause now its official(boys pretend to look around as though scanning area)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G)(musical sounds)&lt;br /&gt;(B)cant back out, cant back out.(finger shows no motion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B)NO!(jumps back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G) Getting ready.(girls catwalk to front)(SEXAYE!:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G)for the night of nights, the night of nights tonight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B)dont panic ,PANIC!(jumps to front and bends down.show emo and panicing expressions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G) relax.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(B) WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(G)Because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEN I CUE... and all go arms in arms and start singing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're all in this togther, and it shows who we are , we're stars and we see that, we're all this in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this together and it shows when we stand hand in hand, make our dreams come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WOOHOO! END OF PERFORMANCE!(I TRY GET THEM DO AGAIN AND VIDEO IT SHOW YOU ALL. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;okay, so after that, i and Yiren basically had to cycle all the way to the 7-11 to buy firestarters cause the stupid BBQ supplier gave a pathetic 10 only and we used it all up before even starting a proper charcoal ember. blah blah blah, all cadets eat. we all sang and danced and all go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;at midnight, mostly were sleeping. except for me and all instructors. we all took turns to bath. so i went to bath while 3 chiobu's were on the female side of the toilet. haha. and i like shouting chiobu!! across and they answered.haha, i knw you horny guys wanna know who right...they were my Nu.Er(maybelline), Uma, and mardiah(funny how they are all diff races. cool huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so after that i sat with maybelline at the fire pit to watch over the cadets make sure they sleep and scare cats away from our leftover food.so we talked from like 1 to 2.30. talk about alot of things that just make me smile and go all melt-a-ble. haha! so aftet that nu.er go sleep. while i went to guys instructor tent cause our shift over already. and then i was trying to sleep when yiren and burhan were like teaching all the horny things to jie jian. and jie jian innocent as he is, keep asking questions only an innocent boy like him would ask/ and say. shall not go into details. really to much for you readers to handle.haha. just know this, Jie Jian is really super dumb in this THINGs. so dont pollute his innocent mind! so well, i could not sleep la of course... i laughed like hell until i got myself worked up and happy then i could not sleep again...cause lost my tiredness. so i just went out and help sentry again. blah blah blah, until 4.30, i finally could sleep gain, so i slept. on the nearby stone table/chair set. just sleep there like and illegal immigrant. and when i could sleep again! this 2 cheena man started talking damn loud into the middle of the night. both topless somemore. and i was like wth..... so well, anyway, i din sleep whole night. sianned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WAH! I ONE DAY SO MUCH ALREADY&gt;SOMEMORE NOT REALLY DETAILED. oh well, stay tuned for day 2 + my 4 year old cute neighbour Dylan's birthday party! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-6418540670129127997?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/6418540670129127997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=6418540670129127997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6418540670129127997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/6418540670129127997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-camp-people-like-3-days-ago.html' title='back from camp people! LIKE 3 DAYS AGO....'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4444123880244001871</id><published>2008-11-21T06:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:02:41.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im leaving... surely will come back again...</title><content type='html'>wah!!!!half and hour more then leaving liao... kinda reluctant to go. i will be shut out from the world of technology. damn. haha, guess i should get going to buy my nasi lemak for my cadets then. byebye all!:D see you all soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-4444123880244001871?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/4444123880244001871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4444123880244001871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4444123880244001871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4444123880244001871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-leaving-surely-will-come-back-again.html' title='im leaving... surely will come back again...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-4604841892865624303</id><published>2008-11-20T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:04:09.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs songs!:D</title><content type='html'>HI ALL! just thought you all deserve to listen to a nice soothing songs rather than the noisy and too energetic songs nowaday. so heres I Finally Found Someone by Barbra Streisand duet with Bryan Adams. :D and also some really good acapella singers.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st song:I finally Found Someone&lt;br /&gt;2nd song:cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;3rd:I'll be there(jackson 5)MJ so young but voice uber good and cute la!&lt;br /&gt;4th:kiss from a rose made famous by seal (sang here by acafellas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXBqUV6x9u4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/IXBqUV6x9u4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p31v_WdNNVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=4604841892865624303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4604841892865624303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/4604841892865624303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/songs-songsd.html' title='songs songs!:D'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-196748742807895598</id><published>2008-11-20T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:09:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longest meeting in my whole life...</title><content type='html'>okay... will be like leaving the house for 2day 1 night camp at ECP in approx 12 hours. so today had a instructors meeting conducted by our camp OIC LEE WEITING and our NCC(SEA) CO Mr Azhar. so i woke up early la, then reach school at like 9.30. and wait dont know like until 10am saw ezzat. then the damn guard come and scold me say what i cannot wear slippers, teachers see will scold.and then all instructors came soon after. so we moved to 1T1 and discuss stuff.apparently Mr Chun never go hor, also can like remember all the little details of the camp. sibei pro la i must admit. then he trying to act cute saying we buy ice-cream must be got all 3 flavours one cause he want to eat...  :S:S:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....discuss discuss discuss like from 10am to 4.20pm like that... never eat breakfast or lunch. super damn hungry. but still i must say today quite fun la. its always fun with my fellow part C's always see weiting bullying jie jian. and then some HSM3 fanatics keep singing the songs and i of course join it la! :D. most interesting of all today is that Mr Chun give us the whole box of GG chocolate biscuit for free.(got ulterior motive? :S)haha!then after that come home. now have to pack bag. tmr meet jie jian at 7.15 to collect the nasi lemak and nasi ayam. see you all soon!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT MISS ME OKAY??? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6days to class chalet!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s/ i know you will, cause i miss you like mad too. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-196748742807895598?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/196748742807895598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=196748742807895598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/196748742807895598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/196748742807895598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/longest-meeting-in-my-whole-life.html' title='longest meeting in my whole life...'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733274720384348572.post-5266692529267975887</id><published>2008-11-19T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:36:03.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED AH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS GOES OUT TO THE PERSON WHO HAS NO COMPASSION OR FEELINGS FOR ANOTHER OTHER LIVING PERSON WHATSOEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,lets start on why i was not very happy yesterday. i make it short okay?1week+ ago,i signed myself up to go for shooting competition. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I TOLD, I REPEAT, I TOLD MY PARENTS ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;. And so, i was liking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PROMISING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i would be going to attend the competition. And well, last Friday or so, my younger brother developed an eye infection. which made his eye lids swell up and turn red.(EW!)Which was okay, cause i thought it was a small thingy which would recover soon. BUT TODAY, i am suppose to be a shooting competition conducting by NCC HQ. And well, my younger brother whose eye infection that apparently is passable(don't know medical term :S) has not recovered, so my father who has been staying home the pass 2 days to take care of him of course must go work today already right! So im here to take care of him like what a lovable brother would do:S. Now the piss me off part. yesterday, after knowing i had to take care of him today, i had to quickly reach out for another person to replace me(THANKS SO MUCH YIREN!:D), and although i did, i still got a message from that person. telling me how he/she cannot trust my promises anymore, how i always have NO SHOW for competitions, how with my rank i should not let my unit down.how my merits in the past will all be gone. And i was seriously like...wat ...the...HELL?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH BE TOLD PEOPLE, no offence... in a live n death situation, i would rather trade 2/3/4/5/6.... of my cadets for my younger brother, i mean really when it boils down to that scenario,i will take my chances with my brother, you can keep your other people for all i freaking care. i have no choice cant you see?can i help it i have a freaking controlling parents? or can i predict my brother will have a crappy eye infection that wont go away? This is a comparison between two things where the winner is clear, MY FAMILY of course la!Going to the competition is like telling my parents straight in the face i should leave my younger in the house for 8-9 hours by himself. Or like telling your own mother im gonna run away from home and never come back cause i hate you. WONT THEY FREAK OUT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes we have to forgive and forget huh...but honestly to that person. i was really hurt by those words that pin pointed at me. Its was like hammering me in the face with the buttstock of the M16 rifle. Or stabbing 12cm bayonet knife inside me.i really hope you can open up yourself and try to understand us better. maybe then we will like you BETTER.thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all:my juniors,fellowcadets or seniors, when you all see this. i want you all to know, i love NCC, i do. but not because of the drills or theory or ropes or whatever. Its doing all that and doing it TOGETHER, spending time together. when we are bonded. thats why i love NCC. and no one can take that away from US.when we're together, we can win together and play together. :D. We may not win competitions which i do think is important. but we sure as hell can kick ass together as one. to serve with pride and dedication. NCC! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all:sorry for the long post though i said it would be short... haha. at least now i feel better. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Its raining now, and i love it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733274720384348572-5266692529267975887?l=building-my-ego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/feeds/5266692529267975887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733274720384348572&amp;postID=5266692529267975887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5266692529267975887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733274720384348572/posts/default/5266692529267975887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://building-my-ego.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed-ah.html' title='PISSED AH!'/><author><name>IM JOSH PISA!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869696309806953671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIPP1qceFvs/SRzulZ35piI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRGBbpHU0S4/S220/Image090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
