<?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-8438825</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:59.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-110061775557693611</id><published>2004-11-16T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T07:09:15.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I know I shouldn't be blaming others screwing up this big exam. But what the hell .. You feel especially cheated on when you think bout it. fuck man. imagine how shitty you'll fail when u know u fucked up 3 essays out of 4. Worse still, tts my only humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuk.*** **** **** u useless piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-110061775557693611?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/110061775557693611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=110061775557693611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110061775557693611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110061775557693611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/sigh_16.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-110053484956273826</id><published>2004-11-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:07:29.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;History elect tomorrow. fuck. If China don't come out I can jump off the building and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey mrs ziwei, if you got any more problems, come to me in school yea? and if u feel like it, u can come slap my face. haha yup. only pussies slap. pussies like u. pussies in need for a shave. black pussies like you. lol. come, my face is waiting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you don't dare .. don't worry, nobodys gonna read this. this blog is sorta deserted. nobody passes by here. nobody will know bout all ur cowardy actions. haha .. justa inform you. anw, what you just did is soooooooooooo wrong. you shouldn't have tagged my friends blog under my name. they're such close buddies of mine like who the fuck is gonna believe you? what u did merely earned yourself more haters. have fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anw gal, I've no more time to waste on bitches like you. so, let this be the last call. if you still not happy, den tts ur lanjiao tai ji lar. kan ni lao bu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tts all folks. enough of her. its time to get over such losers, I've got a life to lead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-110053484956273826?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/110053484956273826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=110053484956273826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110053484956273826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110053484956273826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/history-elect-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-110044708193924401</id><published>2004-11-14T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T07:46:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WONG ZI WEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh. i jsut called a black boy and who wouldn't agree man u are black wad.&lt;br /&gt;face it dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just blogged wad i liked wad who wouldn't agree man u are a mutha fucker wad face it dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt ur just a loser who hasn't got any brains wad and who wouldnt agreee man. face it dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt someone shouldnt be so stupid andcome read something offensive to him who wouldnt agree man face it dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt that ur arguing based on nuthing cos u can only say that im fat wad else can u say? nothing. ur a loser who wouldnt agree man. face it dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cum ur mother chibye and bring her to the brothel and work lar. but wait. who the fuck will patronise? i bet she as black as u. family all fucker niggas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ur not fat. ur TANNED. and TALL. and why? cos ur whole family are all 'kneegrows'&lt;br /&gt;and since u said we got nothing to do with each other, den haha make sure i dun see u tagging again man. but wait? what happend to the tagboard? where izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh so sad man nigga. u can only come and watch me scold u then .. HAHA. so sad.. so sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-110044708193924401?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/110044708193924401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=110044708193924401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110044708193924401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110044708193924401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/wong-zi-wei-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-110042757691305502</id><published>2004-11-14T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T02:19:36.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Heavens shall open again&lt;br /&gt;The Stars will lose their way,&lt;br /&gt;And Fear decends upon the earth&lt;br /&gt;A saint awakens and destroys the seal of chains.&lt;br /&gt;Ravenous teeth shall rape the land&lt;br /&gt;The land! Tis cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Blood stains the ground&lt;br /&gt;Under the Sun&lt;br /&gt;The 8 jewels of Legend and Lore shall appear&lt;br /&gt;And Satan will have arisen. .&lt;br /&gt;Heed these words ye wise man!&lt;br /&gt;A day shall come&lt;br /&gt;Upon which the soil shall 8 stars be affixed,&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare's Day shall it be called&lt;br /&gt;When Heaven's rays divide the sky&lt;br /&gt;and Echoing wails ring in the Valley of Death,&lt;br /&gt;And a light will come down upon this land from the world once forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- excerpt from 'Nightmare's Day', of the Great Prophecy [the Secromicon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-110042757691305502?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/110042757691305502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=110042757691305502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110042757691305502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110042757691305502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/heavens-shall-open-again-stars-will.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-110008808512443991</id><published>2004-11-10T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T04:01:25.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wongziwei fucking mutha chibye. go take a look at urself in the mirror la. you are even blacker than hafiz. bloody hypocrite backstabber. kan li lao zho gong zha bui tai. honk gan lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-110008808512443991?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/110008808512443991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=110008808512443991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110008808512443991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110008808512443991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/wongziwei-fucking-mutha-chibye.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-110000399325555752</id><published>2004-11-09T04:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T04:39:53.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who am i to you? says:&lt;/span&gt; well he unzipped his jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i need 400dollars ...anyone? says:&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;who am i to you? says:&lt;/span&gt; no la when i saw it his jeans was already unzipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;who am i to you? says:&lt;/span&gt; then that thing was thrusting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;who am i to you? says:&lt;/span&gt;and he was grabbing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. my friend met a malay flasher. HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;'thing' was thrusting out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-110000399325555752?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/110000399325555752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=110000399325555752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110000399325555752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/110000399325555752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/who-am-i-to-you-says-well-he-unzipped.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109988913621156418</id><published>2004-11-07T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:45:36.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some people are just &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bitchy. they think they're always right, they think they have the right to comment bout every single thing. call me humji? but whats your name? i don't think ure any better. somehow, ur worse. if you have so much spare time to comment bout all these rubbish, why not bring your dog for a stroll at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109988913621156418?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109988913621156418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109988913621156418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109988913621156418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109988913621156418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-people-are-just-that-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109982819510647785</id><published>2004-11-07T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:55:15.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel as tough i just completed my 1000th ejaculation. fuckin shagged now.&lt;br /&gt;well .. thats all for emaths. I'm gonna watch 'The Best Bet' now. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-andrew. stop asking me to update. you should tell urself that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109982819510647785?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109982819510647785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109982819510647785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109982819510647785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109982819510647785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-feel-as-tough-i-just-completed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109974107594250831</id><published>2004-11-06T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T03:37:55.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fucking hell. seriously I think I do the stupidest thing on earth mans. I plotted the y-axis wrongly and I rubbed off the x-axis. wtfff. and 10secs later I find myself rubbing off the entire sheet when I can actually start with a fresh piece. and when that struck me, I threw that spotless just erased paper into the bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm only halfway through my papers and I'm in holiday mood already. sigh. how to study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109974107594250831?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109974107594250831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109974107594250831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109974107594250831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109974107594250831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/fucking-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109953977020464197</id><published>2004-11-03T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:42:50.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i know why ure shutted down by all the different cliques in 409. since ure so confident bout yourself, make sure you get 6points for ur O'levels. and if you don't, you can go lick fooly hua's puss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pray that your neck grows longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109953977020464197?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109953977020464197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109953977020464197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109953977020464197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109953977020464197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/now-i-know-why-ure-shutted-down-by-all.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109946181879839154</id><published>2004-11-02T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:03:38.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This entry will about &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Singapore. Haha, if you're one I suggest you not click that little that little [ x ] at the top right hand corner of this page. For one to improve, one has got to understand his/her weaknesses right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, if you people have realised, the kind of wax/gel/whatever rubbish indians apply on their hair actually stinks like the kinda shit you find in Mark Tay's toilet. This is especially so when your caught up in the MRT full of indians, or even out on the streets. Okay. Let me give you 2 scenarios. Spend sometime pondering over eh-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Venue: In an MRT heading from Bugis to Yew Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time: 6.00 - 7.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Little India is near Bugis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a few hours of shopping at Sim Lim with Yukchun, this friend here named Eugene is finally heading home for dinner.When he first boarded the train, it was already packed with working class passengers. 'wtf' he said. What's worse is that, just infront of him theres this old indian man, dressed in a 'probably the most expensive tee-shirt' tee-shirt he could afford. His hair was completely waxed with gel. you know .. that greasy greasy kind that indians like to use? yah that type. He could even see some cum-lookalike patches on it. And so for the whole of the 45mins journey home he had to &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; that disgusting odour emitted from his hair. knn. Eugene even tried to be nice and offer that man a seat (of course, really bui tahan lar .. i rather he sit down than stand in front of me lor) and that mutha fucking cheebye asshole marktay wannabe actually offered that sit to somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Venue: Busy streets of Orchard Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Somewhat similar to the one above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual the streets were packed with people. Can you imagine yourself taking 5minutes just to walk 10metres? In front of you is an indian wearing a singlet. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109946181879839154?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109946181879839154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109946181879839154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109946181879839154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109946181879839154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-entry-will-about-indians-in.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109936400825523148</id><published>2004-11-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:53:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh. What if I score higher for O'levels than my prelims? That would be the ultimate joke of the year. Not as though I was a 6 or 7 pointer during prelims who could afford to be complacent. I really wanna know how the fuck can they come out Korean War as a RI question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109936400825523148?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109936400825523148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109936400825523148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109936400825523148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109936400825523148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109909244664388969</id><published>2004-10-29T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:27:26.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. 3 more days!! omg omg omg. nervous. stress. scared. scared. scared. I rather watch The Eye 3 times than to take that damned paper. Need to start praying already. Recently, I've offended God too much, so have to start praying earlier than the other pass few exams. I suppose God helps everybody right? God!! help me! help me! give me 7 distinctions please. Puh-leeeeeease~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh. Lame. I'm so damn boliao even I can't stand myself .. so I sit? _._&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohwells .. Hopefully the A's will start pouring on me when I receive my results in March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do your best, let God do the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;okay. I'm going to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;biboo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109909244664388969?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109909244664388969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109909244664388969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109909244664388969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109909244664388969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109890427736001559</id><published>2004-10-27T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:11:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andrew gets horny over phones. According to him, its a good way of 'de-stressing' himself. Tskk. Wonder how he does his business just by drooling over the phones. Take good care of your little brother yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109890427736001559?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109890427736001559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109890427736001559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109890427736001559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109890427736001559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/andrew-gets-horny-over-phones.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109887951546198773</id><published>2004-10-27T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T05:18:35.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jerry Stackhouse 29"&lt;br /&gt;Steve Francis 40"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm .. I know I shouldn't compare like that. I'm not being mean but tryina pick off a comparison between them. Steve Francis, undisputely amazing. Of course, second to Carter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 29" means 29 inches. vertical leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109887951546198773?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109887951546198773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109887951546198773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109887951546198773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109887951546198773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/jerry-stackhouse-29-steve-francis-40.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109882280329994393</id><published>2004-10-26T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:35:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was helluva kickass session. Chopped a while after physics prac. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played a 'couple' of 1-on-1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS USUAL, I walked away with the ultimate winner of the day. The MVP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerome, Yukchun and Alvin .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was the major thrashing session?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=) =) =) =) =) =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anw, physics prac .. didn't went on as smoothly as I thought. Hopefully I can do better for my main papers. Had spoke to mum bout it. Since I'm not a science student, I might be considering the Arts stream in JC. After my A'levels, SHOULD be, if nothing drastic crops up, heading for SMU to study management. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which JC is the best in arts? anyyone?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109882280329994393?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109882280329994393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109882280329994393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109882280329994393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109882280329994393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-helluva-kickass-session.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109873600044669572</id><published>2004-10-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:56:05.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hokay. Have thrown music into this place. Yes its really music. Kid you not. Ladidum. You may have pressed the glaring cross on the right of this page to stop that awful goddamnit jingling noise, but if you haven't, thats unfortunately the kind of stuff i listen to sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A poor reflection of my music tastes perhaps, but hey, thats what makes me happy and delirious. Its 4 in the morning and I've got an early paper tml. Cldn't get to sleep with a runny nose like that. Suffering from insomnia lately resulting in waking up late every afternoon. &lt;em&gt;not fine at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one man's poison is another man's meat. stop looking at the whole damn world through that acute vision of yours. who are you to slamm your pointless judgement on people? your so darn materialistic what orbits around that pea-sized brain of yours are probably pure vanity discriminations. get a life dude. dumb fcuk. your nowhere near what a 16year old is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember, what goes around comes around.&lt;/em&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/8438825-109873600044669572?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109873600044669572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109873600044669572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109873600044669572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109873600044669572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/hokay.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109865209868831325</id><published>2004-10-24T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:08:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 days more. Time is running out. I really really hope I can score 10 points or lesser man .. Is the ladyluck on my side? I'm really short of time now and the worst thing is, I can't seem to concentrate when I'm on my study table. Whats wrong with me man .. my mind seems to be thinking of other things when I'm tryina memorise those facts on the textbooks. This is not the way!! If I screw up this exam my future is gone. I know myself best. I'm not a 'poly' kind of student, I'll just slack and slack more if I'm provided too much free-time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But .. So what if I see the objective? I don't seem to be working hard enough, I'm not going to achieve anything just by indulging in self-pity am I? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh .. guess what? I just wasted 1 bloody day sitting in front of the computer watching "wo cai wo cai wo cai cai cai"cos I downloaded like 11gb of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god bless me please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109865209868831325?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109865209868831325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109865209868831325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109865209868831325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109865209868831325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/7-days-more.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109853063219075301</id><published>2004-10-23T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T04:24:45.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hurh .. back from 1/2 a day of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see. a reebok jacket. kappa dryfit. an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;sky was pouring after I was done at the salon.&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to walk in the rain cos my hair was finely waxed.&lt;br /&gt;yah. so thats how I ended up with the brolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, shopped around Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;jacket designs were nowhere near fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;walked for close to 30mins till this navyblue windbreaker caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;costly. 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Nm. Whats important is Im paying for something I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. did I mention I was so tempted to buy this kappa dryfit?&lt;br /&gt;the logo read "clearence sale. last 2 days"&lt;br /&gt;cldn't resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;there goes another 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was good ..&lt;br /&gt;till the thought of examinations came in&lt;br /&gt;day was killed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109853063219075301?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109853063219075301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109853063219075301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109853063219075301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109853063219075301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/hurh.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109846647759764903</id><published>2004-10-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T10:34:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this poem lor. Really! I wrote it! Serious lar. I swear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friendships come and friendships go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some are real and some are just for show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The friendship between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is no mad fuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We've had our differences, I learnt and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad I did cause now I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friends are there through thick and thin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To make you happy, smile and grin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They are there to stick up for you when others are there to hurt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They won't disappoint u behind your back or talk any dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friends are there to brighten the days that seem so rough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They are there to share happiness when things are no longer tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They are there to talk about girls u like and don't, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they wont go after a girl you like- never will and won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A friend is someone special you can confide in and trust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone needs people like this in their life, and it's a definite must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A friend is someone u can talk to each and every day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And that U can believe in everything they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad to have know someone, who is all of these and more to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And hell yeah ... of course tt is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOU!&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/8438825-109846647759764903?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109846647759764903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109846647759764903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109846647759764903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109846647759764903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wrote-this-poem-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109844988942265475</id><published>2004-10-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T05:58:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I UNDERSTAND MACROMOLECUES! Finnnnally i do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG IM SO FUCKING HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. off to catch fiona. ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109844988942265475?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109844988942265475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109844988942265475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109844988942265475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109844988942265475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-understand-macromolecues-finnnnally.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109838458893244943</id><published>2004-10-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:49:48.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chem prac today. Sigh .. screwed up quite a bit. Cldn't do the first part of mole calculation, and so for the 15minutes i was starring at the paper. It said, "stone.." I went to try out the rest of the question, and like fuck. I can do most of them. Cos i needed the first damn mole reading to answer the rest of the questions. damnit. 8 marks gone like that. weee~ nvm, I'll try harder for the main paper then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, choy ping said my titration is model answer lor! omg. 19.7 =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-rejoice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and i got sulphate for the anion. similar to yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109838458893244943?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109838458893244943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109838458893244943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109838458893244943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109838458893244943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/chem-prac-today.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109828385934637705</id><published>2004-10-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T08:16:55.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;TOUGHER laws, including imposting a jail term, are to be introduced against home users who illegally download music, movies and comper programs from the internet onto their computers .. Law will be changed to make it a crime, with maximum $20 000 fine and 6 months jail&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O my gawd. Haha .. Imagine one day the police just come and catch me and send me to jail just because I downloaded a song. Then what? No school tomorrow? But if you were look at it as a whole, most of these 'download-ees' are the students, excluding proffesionals of course. Imagine how many of your classmates will be taken away to jail abruptly during lessons cos they downloaded some stuff from the net? And the most important thing is, how the fuck am I gonna upload mp3 into my zen? fuck. cannot download, then where i get the mp3s? go record arh? then we whats the point of paying $900++ for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109828385934637705?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109828385934637705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109828385934637705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109828385934637705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109828385934637705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/tougher-laws-including-imposting-jail.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109825966135278674</id><published>2004-10-20T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:50:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It all starts tomorrow, chem pract. looks like after 26th of October I can start throwing some of my books away already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tsk .. but that should be the way eh-? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good luck everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im off to cut my hairrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vindicated I Am*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flawed by imperfections &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misunderstood i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mock stupidity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nonsensical when epiphany invades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much as i dislike masquerades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smile to forgive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh to forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straightforward not bitchy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honest not tactless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I detest manipulators &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The epitome of self denial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willing to reconciliate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till betrayal grudge will behold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars will cry the blackest tears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like slow spinning redemption &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind indulges in serendipity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once bitten twice shy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still, i'd give hope a try. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lonely hours, devoured by helplessness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night is when i serenade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the stars go by. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I question Mona Lisa's smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109825966135278674?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109825966135278674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109825966135278674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109825966135278674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109825966135278674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-all-starts-tomorrow-chem-pract.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109819981938589259</id><published>2004-10-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:23:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;没时间！我没时间！！读了一整天的书。不见得对我有丝毫裨益。俗语说，“书生不出门，能知天下事”。可我却快被‘窝’死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;机会来了！O水准转眼而至，这可是我一展抱负的大好机会！我陈思浩可绝非池中之物，十年寒窗的心酸，你们又怎能了解。天降大任于私人也。。哈哈，准被看我飞黄腾达吧！傻子们~。只要我能高中状元，贾静雯是不是会看我多一眼呢？卯死了！！她可是我心目中的女神偶！她的笑，她的美，她的一举一动。。好比天上的月亮，九天玄女的化身。是女娲娘娘有生以来最得意之作。。哇哇哇！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Back to english. Haha .. I know I'm damn cool. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109819981938589259?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109819981938589259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109819981938589259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109819981938589259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109819981938589259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/o-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109802589443320515</id><published>2004-10-17T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T08:29:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its over. the journey has ended. Sigh .. Till now, I can still clearly remember my sec1 orientation camp heh.the songs we sang .. 'truly madly deeply' .. ' at the beginning' and Rojer Poulier telling us how fast we took to bathe compared to the earlier batches. Sumore with people like Andrew Soh and Clifton Choo interrupting my beauty sleep. Stealing oreos from my 'oh-so-cool' converse bag. The PSLs taking charge of us were Dominic Poon and Jin Wei. Assholes went to hang PE shirt on the tables, the 3 of us almost tot it was a ghost or something. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Poon - scouts guy. Haha, I think he got some disease or something .. whole day scratching his south-pole. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Wei - That guy who almost cried when he told us bout his 'slacking days' during sec1 sec2. Resulting in him getting posted into some shit class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, how can i leave out our favourite form tutor Gazhali. Haha .. His lessons were like some majour talk cock session lar .. Ammar just have to start the ball rolling by asking him bout cars, ferraris, watches. bang~ Gone case, no wander i fail my english MY in sec1. He can be a real asshole if he has to la ..cos most of my sec2 life was like spent outside the class lor. That time, i accidentally threw chalk onto him, according to dexter, he performed some matrix stunt. In the end? The chalk didn't touch him, and i was sent to the HOL office. knn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got sumore .. remember Joan Lee? I remember scolding her 'chao chibye' in the face before, and all she did was smile smile. Then the next minute she will return to her worksheets. Everytime during her lesson, there will be people playing soccer at the back .. people throwing each others pencil box onto the ledge .. people's ear being snipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the infamous 2e11-2002? True lar .. we got no class spirit.. but we do stand united against the malays and indians duh. We created the most trouble, our class was the noisiest, most noctorious ever. Even that guy who sank the canoe during canoeing contact time came from our class. Ahaha. Exam period .. who cares? All go chiong lan at meridien. Andrew's trademark move, slamming the mouse when he dies .. pulling out ammar lulla's monitor wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the lower sec years were like the best years of my SJI stay. The friendship bonded were much stronger. Ace camp. hellotta fun we had. Ahaha .. I can still remember scolding CSL 'bo lao bei, bo lao bu' lor. Time flies .. The thought of leaving SJI is damn bloody sick and un-welcoming lar .. Imagine im not gonna step into 409 classroom anymore. Imagine we're not going to chiong for the canteen when the bell haven even ring anymore. very soon, we wun be even walking into the narrow lane caught between the school and the CC. Still .. we have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frois, Jeremy chua, eric, yuhsien, jafni, frans, hafashah, alex, cyril chua, calvin, shawn rodrigues, alvin ong .. all the best man .. good luck in ur future endeavours .. you people rawk my upper sec life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the my closer friends .. dunnit lar hor? im sure we'll meet up sooner den expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109802589443320515?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109802589443320515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109802589443320515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109802589443320515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109802589443320515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/mixed-emotions.html' title='mixed emotions'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109794521958377547</id><published>2004-10-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T09:51:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>炸弹满天飞!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://funimg.pchome.com.tw/img_upload/SPORTS/m/i/20031106_mike_c_165256.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD!! HE DID IT AGAIN. FUCK. THATS TIM DUNCAN BY THE WAY. OH MY FUCKING GOD! imagine he just jump over u like that. SIA LARRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109794521958377547?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109794521958377547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109794521958377547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109794521958377547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109794521958377547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_16.html' title='炸弹满天飞!!!'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109785329807124905</id><published>2004-10-15T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:43:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so rich, how? </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/83/3423828/6722155220995l.jpg"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! I'm back again. Nup. This entry is not gonna be over Mark Tay. Who gives a shit bout what he does and what he says. At least I won't have to see his face for the next 2 and 1/2 fucking months. Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see. Im actually fucking rich. Please come and suckup to me. I can spare you some true blue 50 dollar notes if you beg really hard. Once again .. not till you give me some lickin' on my toes. Muahaha. Who the fuck is Billgates? He got microsoft, so what? I got more money than him! Osama bin laden, bomb twin towers. so what? I can pay al-Qaeda to bomb mark tay's toilet and flood his house with sewage. Im sure quite a fraction of it will go into his mouth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! I can picture that scene in my mind now. LOL. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask Andrew, Yukchun, Jiawei and Alvin if you doubt what you see above. But your really stupid if you don't even believe what your own fucking eyes. Like what Miss Foo will say, "die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lar .. Im damn damn rich okay? Dr Eugene Tan blows his nose with crispy fresh dollar notes. Thats like so damn fucking evident, you can kiss my ass if you didn't hear it from others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109785329807124905?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109785329807124905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109785329807124905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109785329807124905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109785329807124905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-so-rich-how.html' title='I&apos;m so rich, how? '/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109774620490727217</id><published>2004-10-14T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:30:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyril! Our Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 cheers and 3 cheers and 3 cheers for Cyril~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hip Hip! Hooray~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hip Hip! Hooray~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hip Hip! Hooray~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cyril's a hero! Cyril's the man! Cyril's the champ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets give Cyril a round of applause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clap clap* *clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hereby, I would like to take this opportunity to declare: As of now, Cyril will take over me as the new generation of SJI paikia!" said Eugene. As I announce the news to my avid blog readers .. I can vividly recall what happened 3hrs back ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a sunny bright afternoon. In fact, a moment of remembrance. Then and there, I witnessed the most fearsome battle ever for the past century! Peaceful as it may seem, it was nastier then the Battle of Boyne, added intimidation balanced against the Boxer Rebellion. Subtle mercy was displayed. Violence was demonstrated to the brim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cyril at the battlefront, against was a dim-witted beast with such a hollow brain I bet nobody else on Earth is 'stupid-er' then him/it. Haha. Cyril fought with gusto, with pride, with everything that makes a real man. I almost thought the Monkey God's soul entered his body or something. I've never seen a Cyril displaying such supremacy, he was as fierce as an Archilles incarnate! Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cyril! Good job man! 409 will love you for that! Like I said, YOU should be the Junior/Senior Josephian! Keep up the good work. You were marvellous. You're our leader now. Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ping Piang Piak Bang Gong! Sia larrr. Needless to say, Cyril emerged as the victor. And for now .. the question is, How about tt ugly-looking creature? What happened to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohwells .. I sorta overheard a conversation between  him and Saravana. Haha, courtesy of **** lar ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Its your fault! You started it first!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha! I don't care! He hit my head first!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bish! Still want to act assif you won? The whole damn class witnessed Cyril delievering the crucial punch on ur neck lar dui .. Whoever started all those shiit, we all know best lor. Right 409?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109774620490727217?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109774620490727217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109774620490727217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109774620490727217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109774620490727217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/cyril-our-hero.html' title='Cyril! Our Hero!'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109766175171801232</id><published>2004-10-13T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T03:02:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been the boy with my socks pulled high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I see the world as a candy store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With an misleaded smile, saying things you can't ignore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry I hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom I need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O'levels, hey fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here with my third eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the blue in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been the boy- middle finger in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unaffected by rumors, the truth: I don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So open your mouth and stick out your tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So find a new lifestyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new reason to smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look for Nirvana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the strobe lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sequins and sex dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You whisper to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no reason to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109766175171801232?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109766175171801232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109766175171801232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109766175171801232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109766175171801232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-been-boy-with-my-socks-pulled-high.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109758277097498322</id><published>2004-10-12T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T05:07:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deleted the earlier post. shouldn't be so bad. Moreover, they're still my good friends. Haaha. Just attempted the SN emaths paper. Fucking killer. maybe its cos my emaths sucks like shit? Dunno .. nvm. I gave up 1/2 way doing paper2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stress.stress.stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109758277097498322?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109758277097498322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109758277097498322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109758277097498322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109758277097498322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/deleted-earlier-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109733976782913822</id><published>2004-10-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T09:36:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sour grapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsk .. my sentiments andrew. True enough .. Its always the times when exam comes, ones true personality prevails. For my case, post-prelims. This entry is of course directed to someone out there. Im not going to pen down his name or so. Call me balless if you have to. Its just that this person is actually one of my closer friends and its not very polite to pin-point him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here goes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He scored an aggregate of 20++ points. Close to a JC, but not there yet. Apparently, I made it to one lar .. MAYBE its because I have been performing miserably the past 2 years, doing lousier then he was and I finally beat him for prelims. I'm not sure whether issit cos of jealousy or smth, for the past one week he had been showing me some kind of shit attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seemed that whatever I say to my friends would be conduited to "hanna! can go JC lar .. kaobei people lar." C'mon man, get a life. Think before you speak shithole. You know I don't mean that. Are you that shallow to the point, that an exam acutally justifies your impression of a SUAVE, HANDSOME, SMART friend like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? So for now, whatever I say will be shot right down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever the group of us gather together to discuss bout accademic preferences, I feel fucking awkward. Reason? You people know best. Firstly, I really wanna participate, but I know I will be shot down and you can't expect me retaliate with something like, " shutup lar. you cannot go JC your own problem. who ask you so stupid. #*%$%^!!!" To me, hes like standing on a sure-win position and at the same time uttering brainless remarks at me, except that he PRETENDS to put it in a joking manner. Secondly, if I were shutup. Some people like Jiawei will start saying stuffs like, "Eugene Tan, can go JC haolien arh. Dun wan to talk to us issit?" and then that person will chip in his dumb and retarded comments again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck you! Its damn sickening lar. You should know your limits and stop crossing the line before I chop off your leg. kan li lao zho gong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That day, I was in the canteen discussing with a group of friends about what courses to take when we enter CJ. I caught him firing dirty glances at me. Honestly speaking, I think its ABSOLUTELY normal that you study when exam comes. Maybe its only rotten bad luck you encountered that had brought you down, and NOBODY teased you or something right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too, I assume its PERFECTLY, 100%, COMPLETELY, ENTIRELY, TOTALLY, UTTERLY, FULLY and WHATEVER-LY natural to chat about the courses that I'm interested to take up. Please lor .. stop diluding in self-pity. The whole world is not gonna revolve around you and ur ego. Grow up. You should start reflecting on your own behaviour cos I don't think its gonna bring you far in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109733976782913822?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109733976782913822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109733976782913822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109733976782913822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109733976782913822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/sour-grapes.html' title='sour grapes'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109732936247072889</id><published>2004-10-09T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T06:42:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ta ma de</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When is the NBA season startinG!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can anyone answer me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear this time I'm gonna take down all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;players name, age, team, history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then yukchun cannot showoff infront of me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, J-will told me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dare proclaim its the MOST disgusting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheapskate, horrifying, nauseating statement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've ever heard ever since  23rd March 1988.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-will: &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;eugene tan. put a folder named 'Jiawei' in ur player leh. next time i go out with you i can listen also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wa kanasai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109732936247072889?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109732936247072889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109732936247072889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109732936247072889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109732936247072889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/ta-ma-de.html' title='ta ma de'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109724348020060523</id><published>2004-10-08T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T06:51:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sim wong hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaa .. looks like u really did your research arh. take my zen touch if u want. i still got iPod la .. i so rich. will buy the iRiver one soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;iPod man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I thought apple's rival are oranges?  -.- RAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yukchun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Sure. iPod or Zen. Take your pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iPod and Zen Touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Dun worry! You will be as safe as a baby under my care! Who dares confiscated you? I buy new one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andrew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! Cannot! I lending Yukchun you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109724348020060523?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109724348020060523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109724348020060523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109724348020060523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109724348020060523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/sim-wong-hao-hahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109723348007603888</id><published>2004-10-08T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T04:11:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha. im over the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally my Zen Touch is cooperating with my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really have to thank Andelooo and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinaman for their help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My gawd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im so darn happy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uploading stuffs now .. stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx J-will&lt;br /&gt;Thx Andeloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109723348007603888?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109723348007603888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109723348007603888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109723348007603888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109723348007603888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/haha-im-over-sun.html' title='haha. im over the sun.'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109714932020821763</id><published>2004-10-07T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T04:43:08.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty?</title><content type='html'>Haha. Today, I finally witnessed the most hypocritical ballless act by one of my classmate. Namely, Mark Tay. I shall start off with what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;6th October 2004, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Setting: 2nd level 409&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Period: Tan Sia Hui's lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WeiXun:&lt;/span&gt; Where are you going? How come your not coming tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tan Sia Hui:&lt;/span&gt; I don't have to tell you ( with her act cute baby gal tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Tay:&lt;/span&gt; Going to visit her mum la. stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WeiXun:&lt;/span&gt; But why cant you go another day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tan Sia Hui (in tears):&lt;/span&gt; Cos after monday, she might not be there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Tay:&lt;/span&gt; See lar! You make her cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eugene &amp;amp; Frans (heroes of course!):&lt;/span&gt; Mark Tay shutup la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- thats not exactly what they said lar .. but somewhere along those lines -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was in tears already lar .. and I can tell that shes trying her best to suck those tears back. And you can imagine how insensitive Mark Tay is lar .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7th October 2004, Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setting: 2nd level 409&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Period: After mama chong's period&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Tay:&lt;/span&gt; Class! Can you all help to sign the get well soon card I did for Mrs Chen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eugene:&lt;/span&gt; kanasai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wa! Please lar. Why don't you just admit that your mind was so fucking overwhelmed by guilt that you feel you have to do something to convince yourself your not that disgusting. Sorry to tell you, but actually you ARE that disgusting. Wanna suckup to teacher then don't make use of the class? So what do you expect to get in return? Her to praise you? You fucking loser. If you want to get into her good books. DON'T DO IT AT THE EXPENSE OF THE FUCKING CLASS. And if your reading this, feel free to shoot me in the face. Be it in class or outside. Bring it on cheebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109714932020821763?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109714932020821763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109714932020821763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109714932020821763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109714932020821763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/guilty.html' title='Guilty?'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109714789383521562</id><published>2004-10-07T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T04:18:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐崇拜</title><content type='html'>忘记了姓名的请跟我来 现在让我们向快乐崇拜&lt;br /&gt;放下了包袱的请跟我来 传开去建立个快乐的时代&lt;br /&gt;忘了你存在 有什么期待 欢乐你邀请它一定来&lt;br /&gt;与其渴望关怀 不如一起精彩 快乐会传染&lt;br /&gt;主你慷慨 come on 相恋的失恋的请跟我来&lt;br /&gt;一边跳一边向快乐崇拜 开心不开心的都我来&lt;br /&gt;美丽而神圣的时光不等待 快乐到底属于那个年代&lt;br /&gt;70 80 90 还是Y世代 翻开历史课本答案就算仔细找&lt;br /&gt;也会找不到 背也会背不好 放松让我来说&lt;br /&gt;什么年代吹着什么样的风 我拿我的麦克风&lt;br /&gt;唱出OLD SSCHOOL show yall ready to roll70的年代&lt;br /&gt;复古我最high disco fever从来不肯say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;只有放放放克才能酷 男男女女老老小小&lt;br /&gt;我们穿着喇唯裤 爆炸头 望春风 左右摇摆上下一指神功&lt;br /&gt;黑白电视可能无法感受 但相信你们可以悟出黑色幽默 到了80年代&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109714789383521562?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109714789383521562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109714789383521562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109714789383521562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109714789383521562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='快乐崇拜'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109707638759475679</id><published>2004-10-06T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:40:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Finally bought my Creative Zen Touch. Hoho .. And now I'm in possesion of both a mini iPod and a ZenTouch player. Muahaha. Be jealous of me, losers~&lt;br /&gt;But wait .. WHAT'S the damn point if I cant even upload anything on it. Ta ma de. Then why did I pay $499 for? fm radio? -pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks to the O'levels. Stress factor is building up and I understand why I simply cant get myself down to studying mode. Normally after a major examination we will be given a few days of break right? Now? where got time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of confirmed I'm going CJC for the first intake. People ask me how I feel, I really dunno how to answer them. Its like 10kilograms of meat being meshed up with salt pepper and any other ingredients thrown into Mark Tay's mouth and come out as dunno what lar ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I made it to a JC, but at the same time, abhorrence of those mutha fucker entering the same JC as I am &lt;strong&gt;sickens&lt;/strong&gt;  me.  Wanna know who? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mark Tay (this fucker ponned 2 prelim papers and yet got 20 points cos the school pitied him? Not fair lar. )&lt;br /&gt;2) Wei Xun &lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE &lt;/strong&gt;(what kinda stupid name is that? fancy him giving himself a name as dumb as he looks. Wannabe stinky class chairman. L1R5 22 points. I heard the school is moderating him. TA MA DE)&lt;br /&gt;3) Zihong ( I don't hate him. Hes a nice friend. But I cant help but judge him by his choice of language and his 'fashion sense'. YUCKS. You remind me of the garbage truck. You act so cool but you failed to realise your looks contradict your kind of 'coolness'. Reality check please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see .. Life is so fucking unfair. People can pon papers and yet get into a JC. Hes not even ashame of it? C'mon la .. You know how many thousand people out there are fighting for tt vacancy? And the school gave it to god damn dumbasses like you. Wake up. Make full use of that space your occupying and give it to people like Yukchun or Eric Neo. They're the true fighters who successfully improved more then 10fucking aggregates. You? Eat shit lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. If I enter same class with these people arh .. Bye bye lar .. I rather go sweep the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109707638759475679?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109707638759475679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109707638759475679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109707638759475679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109707638759475679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109687462822330705</id><published>2004-10-04T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T00:26:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>English = C5&lt;br /&gt;Chinese = A1&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths = A1&lt;br /&gt;E.Maths = C5&lt;br /&gt;Humanities = B3&lt;br /&gt;Physics = C5&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry = C6&lt;br /&gt;H.Chinese = C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = 20 ( -2 )&lt;br /&gt;2005 Jan-Mar = Most probably CJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say. Could have done much better. Ohwells .. 20 points on the dot. I dunno I should feel relieved or disppointed. But theres one thing tts for sure. Im damn tyco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109687462822330705?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109687462822330705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109687462822330705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109687462822330705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109687462822330705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109680306400935467</id><published>2004-10-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:42:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Went for service this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time experience wasn't fantastic at all. Its level of boredom was of expectance. Listening to some storyteller narrating bout the story of Jacob. Singing stupid songs which dosen't rythme at all. Like .. hello? Can't they organise something more interesting for a newcomer like me? Mentally drained now, I swear I'll never ever attend sucha church service anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had to stand in some weird posture with your hands elevated135degrees up. I almost thought I was in a forest with those trees tryina reach out for sunlight. They're kinda prayer was like .. in some Jupiter language lar. " wala wala wala wala" "o me pls! o me pls! o me pls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Fine. Maybe I don't know howta appreciate it.But wah lau, Its like inviting me a musical concert, where I'll probably start snoozing the moment it commences. I have completely NO knowledge of anything there lor. I was forced there by some evil menace lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Catholics/Christians out there, please don't get offended by what I said k? Cos even if you do&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;I won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109680306400935467?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109680306400935467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109680306400935467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109680306400935467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109680306400935467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109672528882416614</id><published>2004-10-02T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T07:03:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mum lar</title><content type='html'>Tralalala~ Shalalala~ Im so happy! Shan't elaborate why!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well .. ACTUALLY its no big deal. So maybe I should just shutup bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im an old fart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. back for a quick update. Just reached home from my 152th Speech and Graduation. Haha. Didn't felt as sentimental as expected of myself, but its still sad to leave the school afterall. One more thing .. the sitting arrangement sucks lor. Beside me was Wei Shiang and Alex. Although they're both my friends, but its that kind where you say Hi to in the morning, and Bye when your going home. Fullstop. Theres NOTHING in the middle. No common topic at all. and so .. as a result, that 2 and 1/2 hours was really shitty for me larh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .. I really lost my touch of blogging liao lor .. NVM. I'll go think of more lame shitts to entertain you guys. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109672528882416614?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109672528882416614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109672528882416614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109672528882416614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109672528882416614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/your-mum-lar.html' title='Your mum lar'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109666366835862099</id><published>2004-10-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T13:47:48.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>Two Thousand four!&lt;br /&gt;Summer Time baby!&lt;br /&gt;Heat it up yo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2-1-2-3 N! 外套脱掉 脱掉 外套脱掉&lt;br /&gt;上衣脱掉 脱掉上衣脱掉 面具脱掉 脱掉&lt;br /&gt;龟毛脱掉 脱掉 通通脱掉 脱掉&lt;br /&gt;Frer Fre Frer Frer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Yoh 穿上保护色还以为自己有看头&lt;br /&gt; 想要有点搞头 怎么老是觉得很笨重&lt;br /&gt; 再也看不下去 别怪人口太多那是心事重重&lt;br /&gt; 空气污浊 有人太过臃肿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 瞭了吧 就是想得太多 又卡住头&lt;br /&gt; 差点要本性流露 就不要ㄍ一ㄥ过头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 七情六欲 仁义道德 谁不是天生就有&lt;br /&gt; yo baby ya baby 全脱掉　换一套　就地开窍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们穿了太多烦恼 热到自己受不了&lt;br /&gt;脾气总会莫名其妙冒烟又傻笑&lt;br /&gt;你辛苦 我辛苦 何必那么苦&lt;br /&gt;yo baby ya baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;规矩太多一起脱掉 有搞头一起飙&lt;br /&gt;浑身上下清爽畅凉快活着多美好&lt;br /&gt;你知道 你想要 那样才翘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Aln't About Sex It's About Love&lt;br /&gt;And If You Can Feel It Let Me Hear You Say&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na~&lt;br /&gt;Na Na NaNa Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;通通脱掉&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外套脱掉 脱掉 外套脱掉 上衣脱掉 脱掉&lt;br /&gt;上衣脱掉 面具脱掉 脱掉 龟毛脱掉 脱掉&lt;br /&gt;通通脱掉 脱掉 Frer Frer Frer Frer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有冲动 没行动 那就什么都白搞&lt;br /&gt;没问题 干脆我们来分工合作 谁要点那把火&lt;br /&gt;谁要火上加油 场子热了谁都不要躲 干脆假戏真做&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跳进来搅和 给你机会放纵&lt;br /&gt;拜托大家不要败再没事穿太多&lt;br /&gt;123脱得精光锻炼身体有突破 yo baby I Want You(I Need You) I Went You I Need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们穿了太多烦恼 热到自己受不了&lt;br /&gt;脾气总会莫名其妙冒烟又傻笑&lt;br /&gt;你辛苦 我辛苦 何必那么苦&lt;br /&gt;Yo baby yo baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;规矩太多一起脱掉 有搞头一起飙&lt;br /&gt;浑身上下清爽凉快 活着多美好&lt;br /&gt;你知道 你想要 那样才翘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha I Don't Know About You&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Felling Good And If You Can Feel It Too&lt;br /&gt;Just Show Me What You Got&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;通通脱掉 脱 掉 Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt; Na Na Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;NaNa Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外套脱掉 脱掉 外套脱掉 上衣脱掉 脱掉&lt;br /&gt;衣脱掉 面具脱掉 脱掉 龟毛脱掉 脱掉&lt;br /&gt;通通脱掉 脱掉 Frer Frer Frer Frer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109666366835862099?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109666366835862099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109666366835862099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109666366835862099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109666366835862099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/10/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109647803794928765</id><published>2004-09-29T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:13:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentally In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;a little conversation ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;starring: &lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said: What's the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: What's the problem I don't know leh. Well maybe I'm in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I think about it everytime I think about it. I can't stop thinking 'bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: wah lau .. how much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it because I can't ignore it if it's love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You make me wanna turn around and face me but you don't know nothing 'bout me (love) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come on, come on Turn a little faster! Come on, come on! The world will follow after!! Come on, come on Cause everybody's after love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; escaping away ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;said: I'm a snowball running! And Im running down into the spring that's coming all this love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;under the blue skies ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;love is melting ... belting out sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;shimmering out love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gossiping to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Eh baby! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surrendered to the strawberry icecream leh .. but I didn't mean to do it .. because right.. theres no escaping to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/strong&gt;so he surrender lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109647803794928765?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109647803794928765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109647803794928765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109647803794928765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109647803794928765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/accidentally-in-love.html' title='Accidentally In Love'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109646199691573733</id><published>2004-09-29T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T05:46:36.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>Yess .. Life's good. LG. Except that I was really pissed off by Fooly today. I hate it when she discriminates those who do not act guai in front of her. You get what I mean? Ok, most probably NO. Nvm .. Taking for example tt Harshal Departmental Stall sitted behind me. Oh .. What can I say bout him? Hardworking vender. Sells his stuff at relatively cheap prices. One NECKLESS monkey who will go around interrogating the teachers for tips before exams. Basically an asshole who suckups to the teacher more then he suck himself. Fucking admit your at fault when you know somebody is getting blamed because of you yea? Shithead. Gutless prick. I hope ur dick gets entangled when your doing your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that mutha fu*king Fooly Hua. Get ur fu*king facts right before you start shooting people off. I was merely sitting there when I was fired by the paper missiles. Fu*k You. I hope you will be left on the shelf till the end of life, loner. Get a partner please! Try the red light districts, though I believe noone will actually patronise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109646199691573733?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109646199691573733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109646199691573733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109646199691573733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109646199691573733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109628769853683068</id><published>2004-09-27T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T09:11:09.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I question Mona Lisa's smile </title><content type='html'>Anyway folks, I've changed my name to // E u j y n // Eugene Tan Sze Hao does not exist anymore okay? Except in my IC duh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa .. back again. lol Yukchun. Is there a need to be so angry? Haha obviously what I said on the phone are all cocks. Enjoy your basketball session tml. And then.. your wrong again! I'm not a single bit angry also. Infact, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happy tt your so defensive over our friendship when I forced you to make a decision. Chill asshole, although i believe what u told me on the phone were cocks too. Bish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me .. I shall be the only representative of China gang tomorrow. Since even the branches in 411 will be absent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Dear!&lt;br /&gt;Father Dear!&lt;br /&gt;Chairman Mao is the dearest of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109628769853683068?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109628769853683068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109628769853683068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109628769853683068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109628769853683068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-question-mona-lisas-smile.html' title='I question Mona Lisa&apos;s smile '/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109619281916583214</id><published>2004-09-26T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T05:21:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea!</title><content type='html'>Phew .. Finally settled for Korea. Andrew will be joining my mum and I. $1420, 8 days 6 nights. Sigh .. paradoxically a couple of my friends decided to back out the very last minute. Of course I'm not pin-pointing the guitarist, but hes indoubtedly part of the 'backing-out' party. Haha .. actually I cant really blame him lar .. considering that he just bought a $700++ guitar. Well, what can I say? Its his 'dream-guitar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other guy .. I really don't understand him. He can be a really great friend if he wants to, at the same time, can a real fu*ker when situation turns sour. Shan't comment bout it .. he should know whats best for himself. Hes didn't took it seriously when I first asked him bout it, he thought I was just kidding. What the hell ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[winnie] :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hrmm .. Im fine with it, update me on the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109619281916583214?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109619281916583214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109619281916583214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109619281916583214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109619281916583214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/korea.html' title='Korea!'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109596205187074922</id><published>2004-09-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:36:39.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs</title><content type='html'>Another week more and Im officially an Old Boy of St Josephs Institution. Little did I notice, I'm actually accelerating at such fast pace till the point that I'm about to close the second chapter of my life. Though I dare not proclaim that Imma true blue josephian who upholds my school reputation with pride, but at the very least, I had spent 1/25 of my life here. ( Im expecting myself to live till 100years old =D ) I truly found my clique, and they're all wonderful people (sometimes) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago - I vaguely recall myself giving out Oreos during orientation&lt;br /&gt;2years ago - One of my ears was twitched by Johnmark&lt;br /&gt;1year ago - I could reminisce myself rapping "tell me" at the back of 309&lt;br /&gt;Now - Im typing this entry at the same time wiping off the tears rolling down my cheeks -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, Andrew,Yukchun,Jiawei,Tingguan,Eric,Shawn Rodrigues,JeremyChua,Jeremy Frois, Aaron Yuan, etc.  I never regretted knowing you people. Its about something called respect.&lt;br /&gt;And of course ... Im sure you people feel the same way too =)&lt;br /&gt;Its your privilege! Treasure me okay? Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay .. Tomorrows my last prelim paper .. and wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin says: Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Andrew says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;YukChun says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Tingguan says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Eric says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Shawn R. says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Chua says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Froise says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Yuan says: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can see u pple are really sincere. thankyou! mai ni gong! i know! of course!&lt;br /&gt;Good night then, gotta go catch some sleep. Biboo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109596205187074922?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109596205187074922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109596205187074922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109596205187074922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109596205187074922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/memoirs.html' title='memoirs'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109594186428020614</id><published>2004-09-23T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T05:18:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Neo Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Eric Neo is such a selfish friend.&lt;br /&gt;He broke his promise with Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, thy feigns ignorance when Eugene messaged him on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting, sucha bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109594186428020614?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109594186428020614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109594186428020614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109594186428020614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109594186428020614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/eric-neo-sucks.html' title='Eric Neo Sucks!'/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438825.post-109591961000581911</id><published>2004-09-22T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T23:06:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438825-109591961000581911?l=brutal-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/109591961000581911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438825&amp;postID=109591961000581911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109591961000581911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438825/posts/default/109591961000581911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brutal-vintage.blogspot.com/2004/09/test.html' title=''/><author><name>.God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05894170707341349149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
