<?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-24330107</id><updated>2011-11-26T00:25:54.674+08:00</updated><category term='click'/><category term='day before'/><title type='text'>my Refuge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330107.post-968095105921503697</id><published>2010-04-23T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:02:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck my life. farrrrrrkkkkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-968095105921503697?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/968095105921503697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=968095105921503697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/968095105921503697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/968095105921503697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-7324797915085396808</id><published>2010-02-16T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:55:56.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"-Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose Walker, talking to Desire about love in The Kindly Ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-7324797915085396808?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/7324797915085396808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=7324797915085396808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/7324797915085396808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/7324797915085396808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-takes-hostages.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-2710422272465914916</id><published>2010-01-27T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:34:50.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as long as I'm laughing with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-2710422272465914916?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/2710422272465914916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=2710422272465914916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2710422272465914916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2710422272465914916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-long-as-im-laughing-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-9028869134528438511</id><published>2010-01-22T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:19:08.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's an incredibly sad thing, drifting is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when you realise it, and there's nothing much you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always the not-knowing that kills, ain't it. it's always the lack of knowledge, the wondering, the hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secretly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know it'll never happen. that in the end, it's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I'm wrong then. it's not the lack of knowledge, it's the knowing all along that you've been fooling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon, chin up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-9028869134528438511?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/9028869134528438511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=9028869134528438511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/9028869134528438511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/9028869134528438511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-incredibly-sad-thing-drifting-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8105129980588814691</id><published>2010-01-21T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:43:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8105129980588814691?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8105129980588814691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8105129980588814691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8105129980588814691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8105129980588814691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-1483103560967802781</id><published>2009-12-15T03:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:39:27.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine. i guess i need to stop doing some stuff, cause sometimes people don't understand a joke. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-1483103560967802781?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/1483103560967802781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=1483103560967802781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/1483103560967802781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/1483103560967802781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-3861850602323369190</id><published>2009-06-29T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:39:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aw faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dammit, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;someone get me out of my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-3861850602323369190?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/3861850602323369190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=3861850602323369190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3861850602323369190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3861850602323369190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/06/aw-faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-3274942872966454139</id><published>2009-04-21T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:25:35.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>les miserables</title><content type='html'>a beautiful song, from the play Les Miserables. i am suddenly reminded how much i used to like lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Dreamed A Dream (Les Miserables)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dreamed a dream in times gone by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When hope was high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And life worth living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dreamed that love would never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I was young and unafraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was no ransom to be paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No song unsung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No wine untasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the tigers come at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With their voices soft as thunder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As they tear your hope apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And they turn your dream to shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He slept a summer by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He took my childhood in his stride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he was gone when autumn came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That we will live the years together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there are storms we cannot weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a dream my life would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So different from this hell I'm living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So different now from what it seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now life has killed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dream I dreamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-3274942872966454139?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/3274942872966454139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=3274942872966454139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3274942872966454139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3274942872966454139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/04/les-miserables.html' title='les miserables'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-142028776259453916</id><published>2009-04-08T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:26:16.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>haiz. it seems to me, more nowadays than ever, that others affect my mood more than I'd imagined. I used to think I had grown to be able to shut these kinda things out, that I really didn't need anyone to be a pillar of support, or to lend a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, it seems that I've been considering the way others feel and react in so many of my decisions everyday, and more importantly, I'm wondering what they'd think of me if I did do something wrong. or right for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I really do miss old friends, and I really ache for friends who I could have grown closer to,  and long for some friends to feel the way I do about them, hoping that they appreciate me as much as I do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's never easy, having these bonds. They tug and strain at our souls, threatening to snap our heartstrings, but it is also through them that we are strengthened and empowered, and only through them are we able to truly live. Kinda like a mother's umbilical cord that feeds her baby, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am reminded of a song, a dear friend once showed to me. it's a sweet, melancholic song, a refreshing change to the garbled noise that populate our airwaves nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling in love in a coffeeshop- Landon Pigg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down&lt;br /&gt;I want to come too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me quite like you do&lt;br /&gt;Through all of the shadowy corners of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much&lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much&lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm shining too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Because I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know you I'd rather not know&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much&lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much&lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the while&lt;br /&gt;All of the while it was you&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-142028776259453916?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/142028776259453916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=142028776259453916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/142028776259453916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/142028776259453916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-9054288535206356272</id><published>2009-02-08T21:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:02:58.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK IT SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK'S THE MATTER WITH YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTIME I FUCKING TRY TO MAKE A FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH YOU YOU HAVE TO FUCKING IGNORE ME. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck la, im too tired to care, even though i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-9054288535206356272?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/9054288535206356272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=9054288535206356272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/9054288535206356272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/9054288535206356272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-7786297626769403516</id><published>2009-01-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:08:16.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ow.</title><content type='html'>ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're making it harder and harder to breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-7786297626769403516?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/7786297626769403516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=7786297626769403516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/7786297626769403516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/7786297626769403516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/01/ow.html' title='ow.'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-5840550182154392534</id><published>2009-01-22T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:04:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been sick today, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throat hurts like hell, though the medicine really helped. ponned pe cause of it, which seemed like a good choice since i was asleep for most of the day, through lessons and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trials were yesterday, some were not bad i must say. their stick work seems quite good, and i know their vision was way better than mine. still got a looooooong way to go till A div's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haiz. you don't know sometimes how much i wish i could make you feel all better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-5840550182154392534?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/5840550182154392534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=5840550182154392534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5840550182154392534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5840550182154392534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-sick-today-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8844138457996881367</id><published>2009-01-11T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:21:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm finally done with all the bitter crap i've been feeling over the past few days. i think it could have possibly been just church this morning, that i'm feeling so much better now, so much more hopeful. might be hard to believe, but it seems to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this line from a worship song struck me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh it's so hard to see&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes are on me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true huh. think i've been so caught up with myself, with living my own life, chasing my dreams, and above all being so afraid that i'd lose everything, that i forgot how good God has been to me, no matter what i'd done, or what i hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this doesn't mean that i've forgotten all my regrets or sorrows, but that i've finally been given/ found the strength to carry on, to look at my problems and simply be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's it. i've found peace. a serenity that so far, is unshakable. and i know this could only have come from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still not easy for me to submit my life into His hands, to put my faith completely in Him, to trust that what He gives me will be the best possible scenario. I'm always filled with such doubt and fear, that it always seems better for me to take my life into my own hands, even though i know it's the stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe it's supposed to be this hard. after all, if it were so easy to trust Him completely, if there were such a lack of doubt, then faith itself would be meaningless, wouldn't it? so maybe it's a good thing to doubt now, then when i finally do trust Him, it'd be so much more significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do end up trusting Him that much. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i have a lot to do. many things to set right, stuff to salvage, goals to accomplish.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and you will always be, a kiss away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8844138457996881367?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330107.post-2259649519787180389</id><published>2009-01-10T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:59:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1234-32</title><content type='html'>E4074B0109D85F44130255B21F2A0537&lt;br /&gt;AA8148A155D534726163AECC87F0C63A&lt;br /&gt;464781458CA00523CDF7C1372B312764&lt;br /&gt;F543CEC0C94CEA2DBF95C6BDD2B8ABF5&lt;br /&gt;56F657976F567E6959DFA667468B84C0&lt;br /&gt;6A1C32EAF52830D7E65BC0A5D77E9C05&lt;br /&gt;77E2B3591A7FD4529FE507AD52C74CE8&lt;br /&gt;D7F6B94EFC33014F25CBB513869F3AFB&lt;br /&gt;20E5057045F821F68E1BE863F89F0ACA&lt;br /&gt;1F19A62E71CC751F719644557AF0810F&lt;br /&gt;901A2DEC140C3E541A46B11F8E25BCD2&lt;br /&gt;27322E976EC96D1C1D6A8F75E9D3F538&lt;br /&gt;295AFFC861E425B4B7F853A56656F67F&lt;br /&gt;85162C5C3074C27C3651CD829E0D3590&lt;br /&gt;6972D99996F42879B72EFFF183EBDD42&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=2259649519787180389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2259649519787180389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2259649519787180389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/01/1234-32.html' title='1234-32'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-5770659526214398617</id><published>2009-01-06T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:39:38.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it so wrong?</title><content type='html'>so i think i've figured a few more things out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i realised i'm probably quite dumb. maybe the reason why the people i can truly call my friends are precious few and far between, is that i find it so hard to open up, to confide in others, to share my burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, probably, but the more i think about this, the more sense it makes. it seems to me that everytime i have told others about my problems, i wind up thinking how stupid i had been for even treating the issue as a problem, sometimes mere minutes after. or i'd be worrying if the person i've told my stuff to would think the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm afraid of being trivial, being mediocre, and completely uninteresting. like the ring left on the shelf; simply not special enough among the host of diamonds i call my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. the point is that, it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;it's my fault that everyone's drifting away. drifted away.&lt;br /&gt;it's my fault that i'm walking further and further into my own shell, and hating the world for it.&lt;br /&gt;it's my fault that i try to numb myself, and wind up pushing everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes, hopes and dreams, all of which once seemed as close as the lousy Singaporean grass everywhere, have become as distant as the stars, as impossible as catching a cloud with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe this is an apology, to those whom have tried to reach out but i'd pushed away. or maybe it's a ranting of a madman, something on which when i look back, i'd laugh at. the real kind of laughter, deep, throaty, hearty and merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-5770659526214398617?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/5770659526214398617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=5770659526214398617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5770659526214398617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5770659526214398617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-so-wrong.html' title='is it so wrong?'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-3748750424522075620</id><published>2009-01-04T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:05:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha ok, so this's the first post of '09. First post in a long time actually, come to think of it. '08's been alright I guess, a lot had happened that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm I guess one of the biggest things I’ve learnt in the past year is that it’s never easy. And when I say this, I mean nothing’s ever easy, neither sadness nor happiness, neither failure nor success, neither despair nor hope. Life’s never easy, no matter what anyone says or does. It takes a lot out of you, whether you’re falling or running, hoping or despairing, laughing or crying, or just dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that’s life, the beauty and agony of it. It has to be hard, otherwise it’d all be pointless, a mere farce, a scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a mad year, and I have many things to be grateful for, as well as many regrets and disappointments. I’ve made new friends, met new confidantes, and lost a few too. From some I have drifted, and it was mainly my fault, and for that I’m truly sorry. I could make a ton of excuses, but the truth was that I was being too petty about the dumbest things, and I couldn’t get over my own selfishness. It hurt a lot, sure, but the friendship should have been more important than that. I screwed up that time, and that will definitely be one of the biggest regrets I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from some others whom I have drifted from, it has been painful. It’s a horrible feeling to grow distant from one friend, while at the same time the same friend grows closer to another. It sucks to know that your best friend ever doesn’t feel the same way, not even close. It sucks to want to tell someone everything that’s going wrong, and being afraid that he’s just going to laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brings me to another huge lesson from ’08, that it’s okay to be alone. It’s alright to smile for yourself, to try to make yourself happy, to be satisfied being alone, to fight for yourself only. Companionship’s important, granted, but solitude’s underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I have to be grateful to my closest friends, those who’ve been there for me when I needed them, and even when I didn’t. They’ve been the reason why I managed to make it through ‘08 without too much of the bad stuff, and the contributors of the bubblegum cheer I’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late, and I really should sleep, so I’m gonna end it off here. This isn’t the best start-of-the-year post, nor a fitting tribute to 08, but I’ve said what I needed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-3748750424522075620?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/3748750424522075620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=3748750424522075620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3748750424522075620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3748750424522075620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-ok-so-thiss-first-post-of-09.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8712462325566286197</id><published>2008-07-20T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:08:35.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to blog</title><content type='html'>sometimes you give something up for so long and you think you're done with it, that you've moved on and you can look back at it and laugh, and see how far you've come and wonder how you could have ever done what you did or felt what you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes that happens, and sometimes it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you look, you realise that you haven't moved a bit, that you're at the exact place where you fell, and everything comes flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream yesterday, and it was beautiful. it was more real than anything i had ever felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hear your breath, feel your touch and see that amazing smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i held you in my arms for the first time, and i knew that there was nowhere else i wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long time. it was the real stuff, the one that comes with some madness, some hysterical gladness that makes you want to shout and jump and run and dance. it gives you the strength to lift mountains and cross oceans, and at the same time it makes you weak and fragile and vulnerable and silent in pure ecstasy, and it makes you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i woke up, and i wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because that's the thing with amazingness such as that. once you have it, it makes everything that you have to endure in life seem excruciatingly mundane and plain and dull and boring and unbearably mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my dream back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8712462325566286197?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8712462325566286197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8712462325566286197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8712462325566286197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8712462325566286197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-to-blog.html' title='it&apos;s time to blog'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-6661020681487311607</id><published>2008-05-12T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:33:41.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curry</title><content type='html'>argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um firstly, if you think this means you, it probably doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, now i know why i had to draw away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're jus like curry.&lt;br /&gt;its explosive and crazy and super shiok, but take it for too long and soon your mouth is burning and u're sweating like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll start thinking why'd you ever get so much curry anyway, so u stop and try to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon you'll realise everything's jus dull and plain, and one day you wake up and you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, i miss curry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-6661020681487311607?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/6661020681487311607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=6661020681487311607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6661020681487311607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6661020681487311607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2008/05/curry.html' title='curry'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-178690005832761648</id><published>2008-04-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:26:47.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. i guess i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied when i told you i just wanted you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't just want you to be happy, i want you to be happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the last thing i'd want is for you to be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially to be unhappy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-178690005832761648?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/178690005832761648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=178690005832761648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/178690005832761648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/178690005832761648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-5257596877001458627</id><published>2008-04-11T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:50:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loss</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if i've blown anyone off this year, or recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i havent been myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i'm so tired all the time, i can't stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i can't even be happy for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but this is my burden, my cross. i have to live with it, but give me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hurt, to heal, to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank my friends who have always been with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for failing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-5257596877001458627?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/5257596877001458627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=5257596877001458627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5257596877001458627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5257596877001458627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2008/04/loss.html' title='loss'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-2165021303521955342</id><published>2007-12-31T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:11:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye '07. it was good knowing you. i think. really hope 08 'll be better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-2165021303521955342?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/2165021303521955342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=2165021303521955342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2165021303521955342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2165021303521955342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye-07.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-7980649871239123762</id><published>2007-12-15T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:23:17.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>route 66</title><content type='html'>yay internet access ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been quite shiok since the last post man. went lake tahoe, and there were tons of snow man! literally. haha the mountains were covered in pure, unadultered snow, which looked like icing on a cake man. looks super good la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at harrah's, which was as good as we remembered. there was a tv in the room, then in each of the TWO toilets there was another tv! how cool! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to the ski lodge called northstar to ski. it was FREAKING FUN! haha i crashed and burn the first time down tho. it was crazy, i lost my ski poles AND my skis, twice! and my fingers almost froze off cos my gloves were frozen so i had to take them off. hahhahaha but skiing is incredibly cool man. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos, it was FREAKING COLD. siao, it was like 7 F, which is like -13 C i tink. dint have the winter stuff so i was srsly freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lake tahoe we went vegas! saw the lights and everything alr last yr, pretty much the same, but the shiokest part was the hotel room man! we booked early so we managed to get a suite! and it was at THEhotel, which is one of the newest man! crazy, the suite had a LIVING AREA! and they had french glass windows that overlooked the strip, and 2 huge tvs, a flat screen tv in the gigantic toilet (which is probably bigger than my room), and bath that had sth like a jacuzzi thingy! whoaa! can watch tv while taking a bath! shiok man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then we went shopping at the factory outlets for a day, then jus walked around for another. went to the arcades at excalibur and circus circus, which were quite fun, though they suck ur money like the slot machines. finally won the coolio giant basketball! haha and we got like 2 board games from the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sad that we dint get to watch a show tho, sth like celine dion or wayne brody or sth. especially celine dion, since its her last show like just now at caesar's palace. her tickets are crazy tho, up to like $220 USD o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're at a town near grand canyon called williams i tink, along route 66. haha stayed at this exact same motel last year XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol gonna sleep alr, its like 2am o.0 nights all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-7980649871239123762?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/7980649871239123762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=7980649871239123762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/7980649871239123762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/7980649871239123762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/12/route-66.html' title='route 66'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8539067779673322503</id><published>2007-12-09T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:13:52.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gilroy, best western</title><content type='html'>whoa, what a loong overdue post. haha this blog is kinda dead huh. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S. now! cool eh. there's free internet here at the motel, so im updating. can't seem to upload photos though, there's some prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got the 777 for our flight, which was quite an improvement man. the seats were a little wider, and the screen was much wider. they gave u power points and let u use ur laptops and stuff. the toiletries were packed in a small bag too, which was usually only given to business and first classes. yea so the movies looked extra good and the sleep was better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked into the hyatt cos my dad has a discounted rate, and it was shiok man! the beds were rly high and very comfy, and the toilet was nice and big too. super shiok to sleep especially after a loong flight. haha wasted the first day sleeping, cos we were quite jetlagged XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much's been happening yet actually, cos this's only the third day, and we've only been to the wharf, then drove to Gilroy to shop. haha the shopping rocks man, there's like 70% of a CALVIN KLEIN jacket, which is madness. billabong and quiksilver have decent discounts too, not as good as the calvin klein one but the prices here are slashed so much alr, its still crazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but we did go to union square ytd, which we dint go to last year. haha it was quite cool man, there was a huge macy's, niketown, disney store and a lot of other stores. haha then we went in and went up to the cheesecake factory, and it was crazy crowded! the cheesecakes there must be super good! too bad we dint get to try it cos it was so ex &gt;&lt; oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niketown was pretty cool too. to promote the nike+ thing they had someone running on the treadmill and connected the ipod to speakers, so everyone could hear the updates. haha they thell you the distance and speed and other stuff too, which is pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its freezing here too. the morning's are ok, as long as there's sun, but when night falls its craazy man. ok la, im wearing one jacket over a t-shirt only but still, freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, gotta sleep soon alr. its like 6+ in singapore but its like 2+ am here. think we're going lake tahoe tmr, so we're going skiing! haha till the next motel with internet access XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8539067779673322503?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8539067779673322503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8539067779673322503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-2619284057599760670?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/2619284057599760670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=2619284057599760670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2619284057599760670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2619284057599760670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/10/floorball.html' title='floorball'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-4430804333983117907</id><published>2007-10-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:16:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rainy day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch in the morning to play soccer with 2L. went like 45 min too early, but good thing zong yi was there to keep me company with his pda phone thingy. lols then shaun came and we went to astro and waited until zhi and zeming and sam came, with the ball. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols played brazillian ping pong for awhile XD, then gabby chicken and will and keeyao came (from his tennis game), so we started playing 4 on 4. lol got tired, then went to play tennis for like 5 mins with shiyang. haha i managed a serve man. and shiyang's slice service thingy was quite pro eh. haha prince of tennis helps i guess XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to play soccer, and realised tt the rest of 2L won't be coming so we jus played with shanzhi and frens. lols. they got first blood/goal but then chew came so ah gong wasnt keeper anymore, which was a good thing XD haha soon we began pwning them. seetow came after tt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a super chong hei meeting after tt, then went to collect mosquitoes. lol. went for lunch with sambor and ah gong after tt, but not without meeting some campus crusaders with an interesting survey for us ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. took the bus home after tt. i guess its on these journeys which seem so long tt i do a lot of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about life in general, think about my life, think about other's lives, all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wish the Lord would jus take me home, cause im so tired of this world. the suffering, teh hypocrisy, teh typoes (lol) and the vanity of it all. u get what i mean. least i'd be home with Him, and i could finally get all my questions answered. or at least hear Him speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i think that i'd be letting a while lot of people down this way, and that i have so many more things to do, stuff to experience and whatnot. then i think about fighting for what you want, and having a will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because people don't have that anymore. not enough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, you gotta fight. you can't stop fighting, ever. not until u're dead. when u're down, u get ur ass of the floor, see where u fell and learn from it, then fight on. you don't sit there and cry cause no one is going to help you up. not for long anyway. if u jus do tt, eventually ppl'll leave u there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, tts it for today. jus turned on the comp to check facebook. lols gonna halo now. bb reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;the most massive characters are seared with scars."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahlil Gibran (the philosopher)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-4430804333983117907?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/4430804333983117907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=4430804333983117907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4430804333983117907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4430804333983117907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/10/rainy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-3234849259561793545</id><published>2007-10-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:09:52.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturdaaayyy.yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day mugging math at kap, and im still not done yet. lols oh well, least i tried right? was mugging with jo. she's crazy man, went there by herself in the morn alr, and been mugging since. rly pray she'll get into wherever she wants to go. God'll surely reward her hard works la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm eoys been ok so far. english and ss, essay stuff. pray tt i've improved but what the heck, its over alr. dun care man. hahaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs d'cruz was funny la. she told me just before the eng paper that the aq that i had recently written was quite good, so i decided to follow the style i used in it. when i took that aq which she said was good from her letter rack tho, i found out she wrote on it NOT to use the style o.0 lol gg man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, this post aint abt exams. this goes to my bestest fren in the world. well, if u read this then good, cos we jus dun seem to have the time to talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say that, whatever it is, i'll always treat u as my best fren. no matter wat happens or wat doesnt happen, it'll always be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be a step behind, jus waiting if u need me. so dun keep stuff to urselves cos thats not wat best frens do. i'll always hear u out if u need me, so dun emo to urself abt stuff. its startin to get kinda annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. we jus dun talk tt much anymore do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well tts it. back to more math now. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wherever you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Whatever you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I will be right here waiting for you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Richard Marx, Right Here Waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-3234849259561793545?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/3234849259561793545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=3234849259561793545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3234849259561793545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3234849259561793545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturdaaayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-5998359462708764958</id><published>2007-09-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:22:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Cicero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im hoping Cicero is right and somehow this will eventually lead to some form of good/pleasure. i dunno. tired of it. gotta learn to pick myself up more, cos no one else is gg to be there to help. doesnt matter anw. God's always here, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. back to the sia posters for dmp. kinda sad its all over alr. no more waking up at 10+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-5998359462708764958?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/5998359462708764958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=5998359462708764958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5998359462708764958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/5998359462708764958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/09/nemo-enim-ipsam-voluptatem-quia.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-3807762451953197329</id><published>2007-09-25T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:33:44.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click'/><title type='text'>click</title><content type='html'>had one period for dmp today. bio. haha rly slack, sambor did math, i copied the answers from the screen, and we jus sat there and listened. next lesson she's jus gonna give us the answers, then we're gonna dissect a frog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YA. she showed us a vid of a frog dissection, and WHOA. they took the heart out and it was still beating! my son. never seen tt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they took the sciatic nerve out, and everytime they touched it the frog let twitched! like it was still alive o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. dunno how the actual thing with us will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, finally watched Click today. u noe, the one with adam sandler that came out eons ago. haha gotta say it totally rocks. tom was right, it was rly meaningful even though it was an adam sandler comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha family man. family always comes first. ur frens might make u happy, might make u feel good, but in the end family's always the one that always cares, no matter what. so yea, go hug ur family and tell them how much u appreciate them. if u dun, then start learning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least thats how i feel so. yea. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to kindergarten days man. haha miss all of it, the encyclopedia smacking, the finger planes and all the stuff. hahaha love it. love glory presby. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-3807762451953197329?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/3807762451953197329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=3807762451953197329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3807762451953197329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3807762451953197329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/09/click.html' title='click'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-3478548622062726317</id><published>2007-09-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:04:21.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. haha im bored again. today kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the fact that we finally got news abt our kumamoto trip, which is a good thing ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um lets see. lyrics yes lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在 - 林稷安/程于伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天能感觉到我&lt;br /&gt;就算我在你世界渺小像一颗尘埃&lt;br /&gt;我也会给你我所有的过和热&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Star- Yui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;もう我慢ばっかしてらんないよ&lt;br /&gt;言いたいことは言わなくちゃ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;帰り道 夕暮れのバス停&lt;br /&gt;落ちこんだ背中に&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君のFighting Pose&lt;br /&gt;見せなきゃ Oh!Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夢にまで見たような世界は&lt;br /&gt;争いもなく平和な日常&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも現実は日々トラブッて&lt;br /&gt;たまに悔やんだりしてる&lt;br /&gt;そんな Rolling days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;転んじゃったって&lt;br /&gt;いいんじゃないの&lt;br /&gt;そんときは笑ってあげる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乗り込んだバスの奥から&lt;br /&gt;ちいさく ほほえみが見えた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君を頼りにしてるよ Oh!Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夢にまで見たような Sweet Love&lt;br /&gt;恋人たちは隠れ家を探すの&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも現実は会えない日が&lt;br /&gt;続きながらも信じてるの&lt;br /&gt;Rolling days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;つまずいたって Way to go !!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;泥だらけ Rolling star !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なるべく笑顔でいたいけれど&lt;br /&gt;守り抜くためには仕方ないでしょ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きっと嘘なんて&lt;br /&gt;そう意味を持たないの&lt;br /&gt;~All my loving&lt;br /&gt;そうじゃなきゃ やってらんない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夢にまで見たような世界は&lt;br /&gt;争いもなく平和な日常&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも現実は日々トラブッて&lt;br /&gt;たまに悔やんだりしてる&lt;br /&gt;そんな Rolling days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…そう わかってるって&lt;br /&gt;つまずいたって Way to go !!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;泥だらけ Rolling star !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;translation's here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/y/yui/rolling_star.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/y/yui/rolling_star.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger- Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There´s no kindness in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you look at me it´s just not right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell what´s going on this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres a stranger in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you scared to let them know its you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. thanks to a gypsy's new blog =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-3478548622062726317?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/3478548622062726317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=3478548622062726317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3478548622062726317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/3478548622062726317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-450614240674233681</id><published>2007-09-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:08:32.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. blogg. lols jus watched the ch u 'you3 hua4 jiu4 shuo1" show, and it was abt blogs. haha xia xue was on it, steven lim too, plus 3 other ppl whom i've nvr seen before, plus the usual hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice show, kinda useful actually, considering chinese o's are coming up and they're talking abt controversial issues. bet if everyone had watched this episode before prelims no one would have died the way they did ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha they earn a looott from blogging la honestly, like $10,000+? thats jus crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd mrs matthews? or is it morier? or moirer? can't get it right. haha anw, she let us ( me sambor and sebby) run to 7-11 to get snacks cos we were abt to watch a movie XD actually, she let us run out, dun tink she meant 7-11 but anyway! how cool's she man. haha definitely one of my favouritest teachers XD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was her lesson again, and we watched Fahrenheit 9/11, and once again she let us eat chips! brought doritos to sch today XD haha. the show was rly quite good, although it did make george bush look totally dumb. or extremely clever. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was break, and we watched the guardian for cle. haha its a totally cool show man, but i had to fall asleep at the end &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-450614240674233681?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/450614240674233681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=450614240674233681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/450614240674233681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/450614240674233681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-6271948315049738898</id><published>2007-09-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:41:38.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><content type='html'>haha im finally blogging again. lols been a month man, just realised. haha, thanks to a S.U.B XD haha actually more likle S.H.B right.lols&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsa stuff happened in that month i guess, but shall jus post abt recent stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to chij tp's invest on fri with theodore. was their second one this year i think. yea, slept for the entire afternoon before tt :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the invest started out slow la, think its cos we arrived a lil early. haha went in, sat in the hall for awhile, then our hosts came. haha Jessica and Kerlene, and jessica happens to be in track. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Claire came to sit beside us. yea, turns out she was from ij tp pri, so she knew practically half the ppl there. lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as usual they had the normal speeches and stuff, but since it was my second invest ever i dint noe wat to expect. so i was kinda surprised when the priest/pastor/father came up to lead everyone in prayer, then blessed the badges. we sang uhh, a hymn, can't remember the name XD then we sang 'Shine Jesus Shine'! which was cool, dint noe its such a widespread song. haha. but when i tried to sing along i realised tt everyone was singing it so high! Lol! haha so i sang my low tunes very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha but their version was special. when it came to the 'shine on me~' line before the chorus, they'll shout 'hallelujah'! and sth else. hahaah cools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha their goh was an ex ij girl. haha she's some pro man, and i tink she went rj, so basically she's my future senior too XD her command of English was super pro, and her script was very well written. pro man. and she kept calling the students 'little sisters'. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ij's sch spirit rly quite pro la. everytime someone goes up, they'll cheer like mad man. haha plus the sound reverberates in the hall, so yea. haha and their board is huge, like 90 ppl. whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the leaders all held some white stuff in their hands as they went up the stage. Claire thot they were gonna throw sth at us. haha i thot it was party poppers. turns out, they were....candles. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha then they lined up around the hall and passed the flame around, while singing, of course, "it only takes a spark" haha. they dint have the repeat of 'pass it on' at the end of the chorus tho. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tt was the performance, and it was funny as hell man! haha it was the cinderalla story, except it was 'Shimerella' instead, cos the theme for the invest was 'Shine'. and it was prince 'Shyalot', cos he's supposed to be ugly. haha and Shimerella was supposed to have 'servant leadership' XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by far tho, the funniest were the prince's brothers. haha they were girls la, but they are more manly than some ppl in sch man XD hahahahahaha and everytime they came out,there would be a musical interlude with the line "I'm, too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love love.." then they'll do some ironman pose XD hahahahahaha hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. after tt was quite fun too. j and k brought us to the table place, where we had our dinner. haha we went to sit with beatty sec i think, and we all agreed we felt weird being served by them. haha after tt they brought us on a sch tour, and Rosyln (i tink? lols) came along with her grp. hahahaha halfway we all jus started telling ghost stories of each other's schs, which was wayy cool, since it was at night alr. hahaha. went everywhere telling them, along the track, at the bb court etc. ahha. rosyln scared an entire bunch of ppl at the steps beside the bb court, jessica included XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha then there were sparklers, and ppl jus suddenly sang some ij song. haha apparently they do tt often. lols. they dun need a 'Esprit de corps' department la, so bonded alr. haha. we gathered around and prayed too, then they all sang the 'welcome to the family' song. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the last part we all jus went to the canteen, then we were telling each other jokes. haha k was more wols than me man XD then the new president made a speech, then popped a few bottles of wine. no wait, it was grape juice..thingy. lol we got sarsi tho XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha so thats ij tp's invest. was rly quite a good job, especially since it was done in 2 weeks. deco, invites, everything. haha simple but nice. yea, congrats. haha. nice ppl there, for both invests i've been to (other one was zhenghua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, today. went for malay in the morning. haha cikgu made us write a love letter XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell asleep for the afternoon (again &gt;&lt;) then went for the clan ceremony,performance thingy. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way back on the mrt, we met this hilarious guy. hahahaa ok the situation was like this. a fat chinese guy was sitting there, then on one side of him were 2 indian guys who were frens (they remind me of pathy XD), and on the other side was another chinese guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first, we dint noe anything was happening, but then the indian guy who was sitting directly beside the chinese guy suddenly stood up. so we turned to look, and apparently the fat chinese guy sitting next to him was leaning a LOT on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha that guy slept thru the entire ride man. when the indian guy stood up, the fat guy was still leaning towards tt direction, so he fell onto the seat, which means he was now taking two seats. hahahaha he used his hand as a support to keep from actually lying down on the seat, but i can't believe he managed to stay tt way for so long XD hahaha eventually he sat back up, but soon he fell back down again! hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another guy sitting on the other side of the fat guy was also super funny. haha he had his hand up and rigid, and everytime the fat guy leaned his way he would PUSH the guy as hard as he could XD hahahaha and of course not without giving a dirty look. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the first indian guy got up, another guy went to take his place. the guy was apparently quite tired too, so he kept nodding off. haha after awhile more of leaning, the indian guy's fren stood up too, so the tired guy went to sit at that place, a seat further away from the chinese guy. hahaha THEN, he fell asleep, and soon he was leaning back towards the fat chinese guy! hahahaha it looked as if they were about to lean and knock into each other XD ahhahahahah hilarious man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the entire cart was staring at them man! hahahaha of course, i was laughing my head off, but i tried to hide it as much as i could, so everytime i laughed i turned away. ahha but on the other side of the bus, 3 other guys were sitting there, and they kept laughign at me when i laughed XD hahahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the funniest part was when we were reaching our stop. hahaha the guy actually LEANED FORWARD. hahahaha he looked like he was bowing down or trying to see something underneath the seat XD hahahahaa. he looked like he was about to fall over la! like kowtow to someone XD hahaha just like the mr bean episode in the church man! hahahaha the best part was when one of the indian frens turned to us and gestured pushing the guy's head down to the floor XD hahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, that's it. kinda jus got home, gonna shower soon. haha tmr's church, so gotta sleep earlier. yea till the next post then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-6271948315049738898?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/6271948315049738898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=6271948315049738898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6271948315049738898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6271948315049738898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/09/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-9107631133522899952</id><published>2007-07-29T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:32:00.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>block party on a saturday</title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for malay course in the morning. 3 hours man, i was almost falling asleep la, but the class was quite nice. haha the teacher's rly nice. lols learnt quite a few stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar after that, then went for cip. lols there was a pile-up on the cte (i tink that's wat its called XD) and it was crazy! that road was totally jammed la, good thing we weren't on that side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha went for cip, and i learnt more stuff about the rubik's cube! but i still totally suck at it. lols shall learn the 2x2x2 method. haha went floor-by-floor knocking on ppl's door and giving out vouchers/flyers things for the block party, and zhengxuan and gatan started acting stupid. they went around pretending like they were secret agents and were doing all sorts of crap o.O lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, the concert started. there was a performance by quan wei's band (forgot the name), some talk on dengue (which i'm sorry, but probably bored a lot of ppl), performance by a guy who sang bengawan solo and the yue4 liang4 dai4 biao3 wo3 de4 xin1, which was probably the favourite show among the elderly there la. haha oh yea, there was this talk by a guy from the scdf about how to use a fire extinguisher, and i thought he was actually gonna use it! but wasted man. haha haven't seen a demonstration before. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;though everything's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it waS dinner time, And our maIn Duty finally cAme- serviNg fooD. lol actually it was quite fun, but then i realiseD that sOme ppl were comiNg morE than once, and i hope they rly had ppl to give it to. lols cip got me tinking man. saw a rly ugly side of singaporean kiasuism today- some woman came to take food like 5 times or sth, said she was giving to old folks, then went to her own friggin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (there was a coffeeshop nearby) and gave it to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people at the store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O.o waturf man. srsly, wat's their problem la. some ppl rly need the food, and ur actions are depriving ppl of their chance la. waturf man. u also get to see those who rly have a heart for others or those who at least try, and those who're just faking- all that pretence and false wisdom. grow up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, just posted three posts. lols im tired now man...still gotta study for 3 tests next week, plus book review to prepare for. oh well, dun care. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! my sis came back from hk! she got me a chibi stitch XD now i have 2! both bought by her XD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i still care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-9107631133522899952?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/9107631133522899952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=9107631133522899952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/9107631133522899952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/9107631133522899952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/block-party-on-saturday.html' title='block party on a saturday'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-1054260150675552614</id><published>2007-07-29T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:27:47.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosquitoes and dramafeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guess i'm just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yea,MosquItoeS! lolS. ok, I hate mosquitoes, but we're continuiNG our research on them on some super big proj! how cool's that man. haha our old mentor lead the discussion, which was with some pro, high-up and powderful people from like nus and science park or sth. rocks la, we're doing mass collection, and dna profiling again! haha smp days last Year were fun man, gOing down and doing electrophoresis and pcr! haha now its gonna be more cheem tho =D haha after the discUssion, they gave us a demo on some coolio technology that improves displays and resolutions and stuff. they explained it but i dint quite get it &gt;&lt; (come to think of it, maybe tt was their intent, so their secrets dun get leaked XD) haha the displays were huge la, like cinema like that, then they showed us thesome air movement simulation thing which was quite imba, and then they showed googlemaps on that huge screen, which totally rocked since it was so huuuge. haha reminded me of the time window thingy in the movie 'dejavu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the reader of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wenT back to scH to support us in thE ortega cup, but the game ended alr. drew 1-1, tho it SEeMs wE gave away Some chanceS. oh well, wAt's done's done right? haha cheer up yea mikey, dun take it so hard. jus whack the next match man. haha the 'over 40s' were quite pro too man, tho i stayed for the first half only. haha mr quah kim sonG playEd! i forgot he waS an old boy XD haha super cool, we were leading by at least 2 goals (i tink) in the first half alr. haha one was quite a good shot, the other was a cross that bounced over the keeper XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and of course, dramafeste! it was my first and onLy one In my life in ri &gt;&lt; but it waS Totally worth it man! thE plays were iNterestING, and the hosts were extremely hilarious! crazy man, they were totally natural on stage and uber funny man! crazy good. haha hullett did a 1984-ish play, moor did a religion/government-is-always-watching thing, and morrison did some life thing. haha they all showed rly good acting, like anish, shiyang, lionel, seng heng XD, nabil, bryan chia etc etc. haha hullett's was the easiest to understand though, and morrison was the most esoteric o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but argh! i missed the one today la, the one with bayley. and we won! how cool's that! hahaha bayley forevermore XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-1054260150675552614?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/1054260150675552614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=1054260150675552614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/1054260150675552614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/1054260150675552614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/mosquitoes-and-dramafeste.html' title='mosquitoes and dramafeste'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-5584897612356000761</id><published>2007-07-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:22:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>whoa, wat a week. feels like its been such a long time since monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you should know now right, what i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAha Been awhile since i've had such a fun weekend! OUr Sunday School class meT up for an outing, to go to Huifang's concert! haha went to meet up with jo after theorY lessOn, which for some reason managed to cheer me up. lols went kap to eat macs, then my dad fetched Us to scgs. lols met them outside, and found out yangxuan hadn't read deathly hallows! hahaha it was so fun teasing him XD kept saying "hey yangxuan, guess what! *grinz*" haha and he would RUN AWAY. ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;course you do, told you already what. then don't you know that i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awHile, we went Up to theiR audiTorIum, which jo said smelt like miNt XD haha. the concert was fun to watch! ok, since it was my first choir concert, i couldnt compare it to any, but it rly was fun! haha they did funny stuff like a vocal version of a mozart piece i tink, plus somethinG thAt resemblLd StOmp's beats. aNd i guEss their proest(?) singers came out and did 3 more songs, and one of them was a Corrinne May one! haha it really was fun XD the soloists were rly good too, one of their range was crazy! haha me and pearl started the 'huifang-name' shouting thing too! XD though she couldnt hear us. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i jus miss the good old days, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the Concert we waited outside for HuifAng To come out, but the place waS super croWdEd man! o.0 when she finally came oUt, She talkED wiTh us fOr like 15 secs, took our rose tHen went to talk to other people lAter o.0 haha ok la, she wasn't dao la, she gaVE us chocs during Sunday sch the next day XD oh yea, mine's still in the fridge XD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wanna be there for ya, wanna listen, but u got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha after takiNg Our grp phoTo, wHIch we took super loNG TO coS we dint noe who to Ask to help us take, we stoned around for like half an hour deciding where to go for supper/desert o.O haha it was cos it was quite late alr and we lived everYwhere around Singapore O.o lols in the end, we decided on toh yi market! haha figured the ice jelly there was nice, and my idea of crashing in church was rejected &gt;&lt; haha but on the way, we saw that island creamery was open! aha rocks man. lol but when we went there, as soon as went to buy our tubs, we got chased out cos they were closing o.0 lols still had time to check out our first ldp meeting photo! rocks man, i totally miss ldp la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha went home after that, fetched jo and pearl back. muaha!now i noe where pearl lives! and i even noe how to get there! pearl better lock her doors or we're gonna crash her house! haha our Sunday sch teachers are crazy smart la, both doctors man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-5584897612356000761?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/5584897612356000761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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what you make me feel, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you?Why'd you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left to cry there, waiting outside there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinnin' with a lost stare,That's when I decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you weren't there when I was scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you need to listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm startin' to trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in this thing alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-losing grip, avril lavringe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-2335675665331402033?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/2335675665331402033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=2335675665331402033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2335675665331402033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/2335675665331402033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-you-aware-of-what-you-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8614500354745682300</id><published>2007-07-19T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:04:23.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freak man. basket. damn bloody pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw this. screw all of this, all of you. u can go and rot in hell for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket. wat the hell is wrong with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i despise this life, this low, base thing that is existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blinded by all the evils of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hate, the malice, the strife, the hypocrisy, the pretentiousness,&lt;br /&gt;the falsity, the empty promises, the unfairness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pour my contempt on you. all of you. all this pride, all this jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;i hate you with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blinded, and i am turning hateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am turning into something i was not, something i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who have a plank in you eye, dare tell me i have dust in mine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way im feeling. i hate my hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy again, but what the hell is wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket. screw this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8614500354745682300?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8614500354745682300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8614500354745682300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8614500354745682300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8614500354745682300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/freak-man.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8197784875670488372</id><published>2007-07-15T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:37:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog blog blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its July 15th. means its my sis's birthday tmr! happy birthday in advance jie! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on friday the 13th :0 it was aline's bdae! happy belated bdae! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and tessa should be in perth now,right? anw, take care in Australia Tessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing the biography now..how sian is tt. bleargh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i havent posted abt speech contest yet. lol last Sun was the finals, so i had to skip church to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there at lik 8.30, so could practice some more. lol met jeaness there alr. crazy man, she went super early la. lols we were both quite nervous i tink, kept practicing our speech over and over again. haha then jillian came. the gomi ducky XD we waved at her when she was in plain view but she dint see us till she walked through the door o.0 haha and i found out she was christian too! lols cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then my sensei came, and she talked with me and ness's mom for awhile. she's reaally nice man, sticking with me for speech tuition for so many hours. lol then we went up to the third floor and we practiced with some restaurant's stand thingy XD haha she said i had done quite well, which helped me calm down for awhile, but it was still nerve-wrecking man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then we went into his like holding room, so that the people there could brief us. man, that was scary, cos we weren't in there for long before she asked us to go into the auditorium alr, and we were the first group up! haha thank God i was the last person of the group man, otherwise i'd have freaked out. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink the secondary group was the best group. maybe our speeches weren't the most complicated or what, but as a group i tink we had the smoothest and best presentations. lol of course, the jc guy who won the president's cup was totally deserving cos his speech was imba, but still, our group was tough man. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ness made a rly good speech, totally sounded like someone jap. haha she shoulda won man. then jillian was up next, and she also spoke like a jap la! i was tinking no hope alr man, everyone so pro. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mark went right? can't rmb. he was good too, made teh audience laugh. haah when it was finally my turn, i tink i made the audience sleep XD there were two other girls, rg sec 3 called Zan i tink, and another ny girl whom i dint catch her name. she was pro la, every speech can understand man, and all the time i sat beside her i was like 'huh' and she had to explain to me why ppl were laughing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end the rg gal won, which i rly dun tink shoulda been the case. no offense la, but other ppl also tink ness shoulda won. oh well, least she got a tv right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, after tt there was an origami exhibition thingy, and this guy came in and made stuff like penguins and paper planes for the audience to see. haha he said he was an amateur, but after that he showed us his works which were like a DRAGON and a PEGASUS! waturf man. lols and then, after the show, there was an angel Gabriel origami work too! rox man! haha during the exhibition namiko sensei, of all people, was doing the translation! haha how cool is that, our taiko teacher meeting us again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we went out to have a surprise bdae celebration for aline. haha we went to tp stadium first cos jeaness went there for her tkwondo grading, but by the time we got there she was done! haha bet she's super pro man. lol dun mess with ness XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went tp central  (i tink, dunno wats the place called) to do the surprise. haha jeaness stayed back for awhile to put a plaster on her blister, and the rest of us went to a shop. haha then i had to disappear to help with the cake, and we found out we dint have a lighter! haha so i went out of the shop to ask this guy for the lighter, and aline saw me alr XD oh well, in the end, we sang her bdae song in some dark alley XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol so, we went around looking for a place to eat, and ended up in macs. haha convinced xinying there actually were 20 piece nuggets XD bought them and mixed them with cake! haha ok some of us did. lols and i found out what nuggets were made of   O.o lol and of course, we mixed all the sauces that xy took, together with some oreo bits from the oreo cheesecake! haha and i was the first scapegoat! lol tasted quite nice actually, kinda sweet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol slacked around after that, then decided to go home. haha when we were taking pics, we saw two kids who were playing soccer trip over each other, then they almost started fighting! haah but then the game continued and they all jus continued playing again XD the power of soccer man XD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then its going home time. haha and we found out huiying likes tattoos  O.o  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im jus really tired. i can't be the nice guy  everyone expects me to be all the time. u gotta understand that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8197784875670488372?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8197784875670488372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8197784875670488372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8197784875670488372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8197784875670488372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-4205265821871034014</id><published>2007-07-07T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:49:28.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live earth</title><content type='html'>hmm, saturday. was super tired last night. went sensei's house to practice speech, but after like 3 hours i was falling asleep o.0 at least i found out i still have a long way to go, so i can practice. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry for those whom i'e let down, for those whom i've hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went YF! yea, totally rocks. happy 5th birthday YF! haha tho i had to leave during polar bear : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im sorry for screwing things up, im sorry it turned out like this. i never wanted this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for band concert in sch. turnout wasnt bad wat, the auditorium seemed quite full. haha the performances were quite cool tho. maybe they weren't the best musically, but it was still quite entertaining. haha i liked the jazz medley and the encores! and the gifts they gave away were so funny XD they gave mr Jee this octopus soft toy, and mr Oura, Chip and Dale! hahahaa then he put them on the chair and it was liek they were in the band too XD haha and mr Oura's quite cool. aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im sorry, please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tink i slept 12 hours last night. haha slept after ghost whisperer, which rocked as usual, then woke up only at 11 today o.0 haha its a cold morning! so nice. haha opened the balcony door and it felt like aircon! rocks man. haha reminds me of last year's trip, every morning was like that or even colder! haha shiok man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and my old fren from hamamatsu replied! after like a year of not talking XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me fix things, let me make it okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-4205265821871034014?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/4205265821871034014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=4205265821871034014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4205265821871034014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4205265821871034014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='live earth'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-6984020831112693398</id><published>2007-07-05T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:32:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my plea</title><content type='html'>hear my cry oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;be not far from me.&lt;br /&gt;listen to my prayers Lord,&lt;br /&gt;from my pleas do not turn away.&lt;br /&gt;the faithless prosper Lord,&lt;br /&gt;while Your servant suffers.&lt;br /&gt;those who disbelieve have spread their influence far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;while Your child is in dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have exchanged the knowledge of God for worthless things,&lt;br /&gt;their hearts have become darkened.&lt;br /&gt;they have no hope, no light in darkness&lt;br /&gt;they scorn and mock You,&lt;br /&gt;Your word and commandments they despise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my iniquities Lord, for my secret anger,&lt;br /&gt;according to Your unfailing mercies cleanse me.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to love my brethen, and to daily intercede for them,&lt;br /&gt;that their eyes would be opened, and they would repent.&lt;br /&gt;Show them Your love Lord, Your unfailing faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;soften their hearts, that they may know You.&lt;br /&gt;use me as You would, according to Your perfect will,&lt;br /&gt;lead me, and I will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the goodness of the Lord is not too little,&lt;br /&gt;is not insufficient for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in faithfulness raise me Lord, and comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;surely you never leave my side.&lt;br /&gt;heal my broken spirit, renew my strength.&lt;br /&gt;in my weakness Your grace be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me the courage to submit to you,&lt;br /&gt;the faith that doesn't waver.&lt;br /&gt;let me sacrifice everything for Your sake,&lt;br /&gt;to give when I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;For what I have, is not mine,&lt;br /&gt;what I lose, is not my loss.&lt;br /&gt;You have given me Your love,&lt;br /&gt;surely I will desire nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;All my days I will walk with You,&lt;br /&gt;my Jehovah, my Shephard.&lt;br /&gt;guide me, and I will not turn astray&lt;br /&gt;all my days You will provide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Your peace abide in me,&lt;br /&gt;Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Be with me till the end of my days,&lt;br /&gt;when I will serve you on this earth no more,&lt;br /&gt;and my body will turn to dust.&lt;br /&gt;then, may I enjoy Your presence forever,&lt;br /&gt;and live in joy and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-6984020831112693398?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/6984020831112693398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=6984020831112693398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6984020831112693398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6984020831112693398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-plea.html' title='my plea'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8730855479635434250</id><published>2007-07-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:31:41.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teamtaiko</title><content type='html'>great rocking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok granted, i had to wake up and rush the ldp report, which made me miss getting namiko sensei the gift, and some ppl at moelc were being irritating again, but still, we had a ROCKING PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we met paw! congrats paw, for getting second! pro man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we went moelc at 12.30,but stoned around in the container classroom doing random stuff, until 2 then we could practice. haha playing music and camwhoring, basically. xinying started singing ( XD i had to say tt) then everyone followed. hahaha. then, after practising, went back to stone some more until sensei came, then we put on all the happis! haha cool stuff, tho they were rly too tiny for shawn man XD it was like a shirt la. haha and the ribbons! i couldnt tie them for nuts man. lol unlike proNESS. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was performance time! we watched the funny french ppl's dance, which song had parts where it repeated 'money' in french or sth. haha then it was the malay performance, then some violinist performance too. tt was quite nice. hahaha then it was us! we rocked man! we had the LOUDEST cheers! roxxors. lol we played rly smoothly, and all the senseis kept saying yokatta! haha which kinda means well done. lol then the best part was, the senseis kept taking pictures of us! haha it was rly like we were stars man! haha but i had a few shots with my mouth like a hamster cos paw had to go so i stuffed my face with the food she was holding XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even better, they brought us up after we packed the drums to the vip area to get food! ok, so there wasnt much food left alr, but it was still rly nice. haha we ate a lil, then took random photos again, and i did my gravity defying trick! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yea, chermaine wants this posted. hahaha her magic trick is the proest man. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, then we went back to change, and we had a power failure! hahaha hilarious. and then we went to j8 to take singing's long awaited neoprints, to find that there aren't any neoprint machines left, so we went playground to play. hahaha and of course, it had to start raining. then we went food junction to eat, and thus ends teamtaiko's day out. lol kinda sad rly, taiko's rly rly fun, and those were great ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i wanna do friday all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics are here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2090337140&amp;code=28742888&amp;amp;mode=invite&amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2090337140&amp;amp;code=28742888&amp;mode=invite&amp;amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8730855479635434250?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8730855479635434250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8730855479635434250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8730855479635434250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8730855479635434250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/teamtaiko.html' title='teamtaiko'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-6948144336230549400</id><published>2007-07-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:05:10.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>wHoa, my first post In aGes! wonder who'll read this...haHa anw, a Lot of thInGs Have happened in The Past few mOnths man! but firSt, happy birThday mom! one day late though. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church camp! how could i forget. hahah it was a wonderful experience man, and i really got to know more church people. much much more. haha everyone was so friendly! i really really enjoyed myself man. haha ok la, my group was one of the quieter groups, but on the first day alr we got saboed to do the chicken dance in front of everyone! hahaha funky chickens man. and our group was called lo mai kai some more XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were stuff like fearless factor, where we ran around in groups to stations around Tanjong Puteri Golf resort to do stuff, and it was funny man. hahaha we had to do stuff like eat bread with wasabi, mustard and what not XD then we also got our faces painted green! haha at the hangshrek station XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and there was so much free time! we all either went to play soccer or go bowling or go swimming or go play tennis! crazy fun. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who can forget the Wii man! Ben brought it along, and it was rocking fun! we stayed up till the wee hours in the morning playing tennis, bowling and RAYMAN! hahah his rabbits are HILARIOUS. like happy tree friends XD rocking fun man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no one understands. its so hard, being so close to you, and yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha ok next,jap group outing to sentosa! ROCKING FUN again! though the turn out was super little cos SO MANY PEOPLE PUNGSEH US, but we still had great fun man! haha we joined jillian's UN group, so it was still fun! played volleyball, monkey, captain's ball, and talked about jap times! haha great times man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol hc, branden, nick, aline, jeaness and I all went, plus jillian's group of 5 so 11 people. haha and branden tinks jillian and yan ling are chio XD hahahahaha (sry branden XD) went to eat at Carl's Junior after everything, and MAN the burgers are huge! but ex also la, but totally worth it! crazy man, after one burger i couldnt touch any fries XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next post shall be about taiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're pushing me away, and every step further it hurts so. i don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-6948144336230549400?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/6948144336230549400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=6948144336230549400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6948144336230549400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/6948144336230549400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-4365503058864095767</id><published>2007-05-24T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:23:30.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day before'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooo hols in only ONE DAY!!! ^^ MUAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha im feeling diabolical XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm ok lets see what happened this week. monday there was soccer for pe! shiok, nearly an hour for soccer man. lol but then again, we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, I had 5 shots on goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, none of them went in o.0&lt;br /&gt;one went for the top right, saved by Yan.&lt;br /&gt;another i ballooned.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, 3 hit the post. THREE &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy man, one was curling for the top left! then it hit the post and went out -_-&lt;br /&gt;if it were fifa i'd imagine the commentator going " and he was just about to put his hands up in jubilation!" ( or sth like that, haven't played my old '04 in like years o.0)&lt;br /&gt; lol they should give more for post shots la, how hard is it to hit the skinny post as compared to the huge goal? cmon man! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, shall post somemore i guess. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like your TV. Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean, you look at me only when you want entertainment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then ignore me when you're bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Granted, sometimes when I break down you take the time to fix me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but nowadays you think I'm faulty and don't even look at me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, I'm just waiting for you to throw me out for a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-4365503058864095767?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/4365503058864095767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=4365503058864095767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4365503058864095767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4365503058864095767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/05/woohooo-hols-in-only-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-4344155348127775216</id><published>2007-04-30T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:11:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week!</title><content type='html'>woohoo! last week rocked man! i got a new comp on tues, which totally owns my old comp, and the best was Sunday! we actually WON THE TRIP TO JAPAN! and, my dad popped up with an iPOD NANO! woohoo! shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really taught me to leave everything to God more. He took away my trip to hokkaido, just to gimme this! rocks! i'll truly appreciate it Lord! the feelin of getting into this is so much better than the other trip man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ldp symposium on Sat too. rocked also, so fun! haha the ceremony actually went quite smoothly, and i dint screw up my part! lol tho everyone else said i looked stone on stage. haha wat else u wan me to do...smile and make faces? XD so fun. haha and our poster owns! can't get enough of it man XD its sitting in my room now XD haha and and, we got Miss Eunice Olsen to autograph all our certs! rocks man, she drew some funny piano man some more XD haha she's rly nice in person, not like how i would imagine other famous ppl would be. haha she was rly friendly and kept joking with us, plus her presentation rly showed she did all the work man. pei fu pei fu. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we all went to spam island creamery after tt! the whole place was filled with ldp ppl man!haha then we all squeezed around the table and shared the tubs of ice-cream! the very one we ate at our first meeting! haha and we saw the photo we pasted there tt time! lol but quite sad, our ldp started there, ended there. haha i'll miss all the dinners, the slacking around, the crazy ppl, and CARE. nvm, shall join another camp ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and can't not post this, so here goes: thanks everyone who came down to support us for the taiko drum finals! Rly appreciate yall taking ur time to come down and vote for us! thx those who wished me luck and tried to come down! haha and those from RIPB, esp Sadikin, since he was the only one who came down! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-4344155348127775216?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/4344155348127775216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=4344155348127775216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4344155348127775216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/4344155348127775216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-week.html' title='what a week!'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-8658714219750402756</id><published>2007-04-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:23:49.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>hmm its monday again. had a math test todae. lol shoulda gotten much higher la. can't believe i saw how to do one part of qn 7 and not the other o.0 oh well, i should be contented la, its a start. jus leave everything to God and keep myself completely humble. try lor. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of hw todae sia. math file la, chem la, bio la, ldp la....etc. lol. went to eat at the bukit panjang jap restaurant todae after sch. nice man, but way ex. worth the money tho. haha reminded me of japan in '04, when there was this restaurant in the station where u bought tickets for the meal from a vending machine, then gave it to the chef and when u got ur meal, u'd stand up and eat it. oishiii... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss japan man. rly. quite sad tt i dint get in hokkaido trip. pissed also. jus because i went once alr means cannot go. crap la. oh well maybe God's letting more opportunities come into my life eh. haha jus gotta have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and i jus realised that harumi from engine is misa misa from death note XD cool seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon naruto, hurry publish 37!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still miss you you know, even tHough i dunno how You feel abt me. i miss all the fun times we had together, the late night chats esPecially, wheN u really seemed tO care for me. guess i deserve ThIs for throwing all that away huh. i still Can't let it go though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-8658714219750402756?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/8658714219750402756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=8658714219750402756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8658714219750402756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/8658714219750402756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-117605240745731024</id><published>2007-04-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:27:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>lols im finally gonna post after so many montHs. haha what a great 3 day weekend It was. rly got to know more about God and reflected on my relationship with Him. plus, worked out some questions i had with God's help. hmm oh and i went to jocelyn's church on fri. haha cool church i Gotta say. good refresher for someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ajay's cHurch too. the styLes of worship were quite sImilar, and the people at both churches were rly rly friendly. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my Group got in for the LDP symposium! tt rocks man! haha i'd post on How much The camp rocked but i needTa sleep. lols it'll take too long alr la. haha chikucHa ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols crap its 1 now. i wanna sleeeep. stupid rEsults this year are damn BlOody screwed. haiz. everyTime i Tink about it i get blOody depressed. hm. but i Must take heart eh. pray tt God'll give me the wisdOm and concentration to mug like shit from now on. yea man, ganbarou! ore ga, mada owattene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha engine rocks btw. go watch ^^ appeals to all sorts oF ppl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading chaT logs from last year jus now. man, i realised wHat an idiot i was la. lols ok finE maybe i still am, but i was rly stuPid last year o.0 lol. and yet i did better last year. hmmm...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i gOtta Sleep. nitez man, whoever's readin This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kimi ni tsuketa adana, imi ga rau yo. chyotto kangaetekure. kimi no koto nitsuite dakara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss the you of old, the one who would always stay with me, the one who neveR doubted me, the one who looked forwArd to talkINg to me, the one who made me happy. i miss you, But it was my fault that that part Of you left. it Was my stupidity that Gave me ALl this to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-117605240745731024?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330107.post-116870883383619322</id><published>2007-01-14T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:59:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disillusionment</title><content type='html'>lols im baaaaaaaaaaaaack after like a 2 month hiatus. haha ok but before i give u all the link to my photos in america (roxxors) i shall post an emo poem! haha here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is futile, life is short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deeds of goodwill, all be forgot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friendships once shared, shall be nought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as uncertain as, a fleeting thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonds once forged, shall dwindle to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sworn siblinghood, useless as rust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trust given before, shall fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though twas once said, "come what may"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reach out to others, burn your fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember the pain, the hurt that lingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seek help and comfort, warmth in winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;find sinister betrayal, hope that withers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;engulfed in darkness, seek the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all are gone, no one in sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;human relationships, all but pretence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seek them not, or get hurt hence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all but falsities, the lot of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally apparent, bit by bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-116870883383619322?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/116870883383619322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=116870883383619322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116870883383619322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116870883383619322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2007/01/disillusionment.html' title='disillusionment'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-116421044657402605</id><published>2006-11-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:49:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sidn</title><content type='html'>lol sidn. sidn sidn sidn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ht1pVA92N-M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ht1pVA92N-M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here! hahah hilarious vid XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you drift away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;going your own way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can I say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm left with dismay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-116421044657402605?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/116421044657402605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=116421044657402605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116421044657402605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116421044657402605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/11/sidn.html' title='sidn'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-116403868956808053</id><published>2006-11-20T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:04:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched so you think you can dance...&lt;br /&gt;noo...why they eliminate aleksandra? she was good man. better than ashley lor. aleksandra got more skill. lols. travis and marta ftw! rock on man. lol here's a pic of aleksandra. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/320/aleksandra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she's prettier on cam XD haha but srsly she rocks as a dancer. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-116403868956808053?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/116403868956808053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=116403868956808053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116403868956808053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116403868956808053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/11/watched-so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-116395517659022892</id><published>2006-11-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:26:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hhmm sunday. ok lets start with the jap group meeting. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supp reach dhoby ghaut mrt station at 1230 but in the end the latest ppl came at 1320 lols. but they had reason lah. lol i was the second one to meet. not bad la XD peiying was the first to be there. haha she looks so different! at first when i was walking towards the control station i was looking around to see if anyone had arrived. then i saw this girl waving at me.. haha i tink i actually squinted XD and i had to walk closer to realise it was her! haha slow me...but eh nvr see her for how long alr lor. i tink got one year leh. lols. she used to tie her hair into ponytail and ehr fringe was different. leh. meh. i got excuse luh. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for 20 min before we went in search for starhub (XD) cos paw said she was there. haha and we found a pillar XD finally met paw at level one. haha everybody looks different...paw had punk hair. cool sia. lol. then met huiyi and hong cheng at starbucks. lol and hong cheng started showing off his adidas watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy i tell u. its ridiculously overpriced. yes hong cheng, even if it can last for 1000 years and has those favourite 3 dials of urs XD srsly luh. and the cost price is prob damn little la. scammed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let u all guess. riddle!&lt;br /&gt;boTh numbers on the Wings add up tO&lt;br /&gt;the SEcond one, a number which i loVE, aNd&lt;br /&gt;FInally, the last number should be a giVEaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yes im bored. haha paw kept on suaning hongcheng! wahaz it was hilarious man. hc said that adidas dint have sales, and asked hy cos he saw her adidas jacket, then paw went "hmph my bag also adidas u nvr notice" haha then he said" ur bag $10 can buy alr" XD gg. paw hantum him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. then we persuaded py to watch step up again, even though it was so ex on a Sun. heh. actually she got a seat in front of the row we were supp be sitting in, but we persuaded the family sitting there! lol so we all managed to get a group outing. lol even though 4 other ppl couldnt make it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step up wasnt bad. haha storyline a bit cliche la, but the dancing was cool seh. tyler's hip hop, and nora's oldschool. lol and tyler had to learn ballet XD that was the funniest part. haha the lil gal kept shushing him XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lor tts the Sunday. after tt we jus walked around a lil and blocked escalators when we stoned. haha. oh wait church. yea haha of cos how could i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's message was so inspiring man. this guy came in, and he started by telling us how he walked into the lift with 2 of his children and there was this ahma inside. she went "wah anneh zui ginna ah? (hokkien for wah so many children) [i tink]" then she asked him how many children he had and he said 4 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she gushed again and he asked her this time. she was like "aiya paiseh la" and after some persuasion she said "6". and said that in her days that was very little o.0 imba ppl of her age sia. the womb don't burst alr very pro seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then he gave this message on the persecuted churches around the world, and showed us some video clips. man the clips we so sad. one indian guy was killed jus because he showed a film about Jesus in some villages. the worst part was that the killers said " your video said that your God died on the cross and rose again after three days. very good! now we will kill in the same manner and see if you will rise too!" another victim, who was a doctor, was heard to request of his killers "please, let me see my daughters one last time, to let me speak to them" but the killers ignored his plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its heartwrenching to see the family members cry when recounting their loved ones' deaths. one father said he went "like mad" when he heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;but then the video goes on to say that their everyday struggle, is their everyday victory. then the family members recount how they prayed and how their faith never wavered, how they clung on to that ray of hope in all that darkness. that really got me thinking. would i be able to do the same if it were me put in that situation? even more importantly, would i be willing to give my all for God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another video clip showed a North Korean lady recounting her dark days in prison. when she went in, she was not Christian, but during her stay, her life was touched by the Christian women inside. They were so badly mistreated, being given dirty water to drink and hardly any food, plus having to work in -35 degrees celsius temperatures for 18 hours a day, and being brutally hit and kicked across their faces when the guards felt like it. but they never let go of their faith. they would have been released, or at least less mistreated, if they had jus renounced their faith. but the fact was that they didn't. they were truely, sincerely, proud to be Christian, to be called God's children, and they were ppl who truely loved God with all their heart and all their soul and all their strength. when one of them was dying, drawing her last breath, they would sing a song, which stayed in the lady's mind for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today really got me thinking. its so true that only in darkness can light shine. it is in these circumstances that the true power and essence of the Christian faith can be seen. not in the high ups where life is rosy, but deep in the pits can God work miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. touched me a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk i gtg sleep le. sidn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-116395517659022892?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/116395517659022892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=116395517659022892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116395517659022892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116395517659022892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/11/hhmm-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-116332959176375931</id><published>2006-11-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:06:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohooo im back from my like 2 month hiatus? lol okok shall try to start blogsurfing more often. lol lets see.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's board retreat so cannot blog also..lol lets hope its a good one man. havent been to one before. lol hope its fun! and i hope the resort isnt like this year's malaysian montage one. lol that one kinda sucked. ok not kinda. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm im supp be doing the icebreakers for sec 1s. but no inspiration lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. bleddy bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-116332959176375931?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/116332959176375931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=116332959176375931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116332959176375931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/116332959176375931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/11/woohooo-im-back-from-my-like-2-month.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115847439687401072</id><published>2006-09-17T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:26:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. depressing day ytd. first, we lost the award for our smp proj by just one mark, and i personally dint feel that we had lost to a stronger group. oh well. stupid la. then shiyang was supp to come over  but then last min cannot. haiz. sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few weeks have sucked. quite badly. dunno why. more reasons that one, but i've withdrawn somewhat. maybe thats the prob. haiz. plus its raining more. doesnt help lor. i like drizzles, not downpours. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. stop screwing around with my feelings la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115847439687401072?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115847439687401072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115847439687401072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115847439687401072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115847439687401072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115750898195339886</id><published>2006-09-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:16:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a tribute to a fellow Rafflesian who just passed away on Sunday, Sept 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he was a great friend to all who knew him, and he was one of the most filial guys I know. I regret not knowing him that well, but we had fun together in chinese class. Thanks for the times, albeit short, which we spent together. We will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearly remembered, Yew Zhi Hao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115750898195339886?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115750898195339886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115750898195339886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115750898195339886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115750898195339886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-tribute-to-fellow-rafflesian.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115635548003915101</id><published>2006-08-24T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:51:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finds himself back here, in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the dark, this uneasiness.&lt;br /&gt;He hears a voice, loneliness knocks.&lt;br /&gt;a foe once fought, now of him, mocks.&lt;br /&gt;he knows it can't be defeated, can't be beat,&lt;br /&gt;last time was lucky, with them he was complete.&lt;br /&gt;now though, they drifted away,&lt;br /&gt;emotions lost, nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;so loneliness has come back for him,&lt;br /&gt;to mock, annoy, destroy his dream.&lt;br /&gt;facing loneliness, he knows he can't win,&lt;br /&gt;who will save him, from darkness' brim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People can't defeat loneliness."- gaara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115635548003915101?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115635548003915101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115635548003915101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115635548003915101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115635548003915101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-write_24.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115616555352335887</id><published>2006-08-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:05:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PAPER MSN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols thats wat me, cake and jozy did during dmp. haha took turns writing stuff on my notebook. aha. msn style man. see the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/1600/DSC02071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/400/DSC02071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we ended it when it was time for our econs assessment XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk gtg now jap ca tmr. ganbarimasu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115616555352335887?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115616555352335887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115616555352335887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115616555352335887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115616555352335887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/08/paper-msn-lols-thats-wat-me-cake-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115565211803901833</id><published>2006-08-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:28:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. tired. nice day to sleep todae. so many raindrops XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got c'div rugby. go Raffles! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidn. my back aches. hmm. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubble gum ice-cream from moelc is nice. haha. long time nvr eat...cheaper than a burger and it fills my stomach. haha so i decided to buy it at 6.30 when i was hungry. lols peng and shawn got parents fetch la. i had to take the loong bus. haha and i walked the long walk to the 157 bus stop from j8. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i made this funny word thing where u turn around it still spells the same word. whatchamacallit? the funny thingy. uhh nvm. maybe i shall take a picture of it. or draw it again. if i can find my pencil 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting damn tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon eh! enjoy training haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115565211803901833?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330107.post-115545343847189182</id><published>2006-08-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:35:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am I to think?&lt;br /&gt;weren't u the one who dint want it that way?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna think otherwise, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wanna delude myself if it aint true.&lt;br /&gt;i hate getting betrayed, or even just feeling so.&lt;br /&gt;even if it were all just in my head,  i jus wish it would go&lt;br /&gt;so how do u tink i would feel, when of all ppl its u,&lt;br /&gt;who would do something like that, make me a fool?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i deserved it, maybe i had it coming,&lt;br /&gt;but still, i jus dint tink it'd be u whose trust i'd be losing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm being stupid, jus being the usual me.&lt;br /&gt;how long will this last? how long will this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as she's happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115545343847189182?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115545343847189182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115545343847189182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115545343847189182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115545343847189182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-am-i-to-think-werent-u-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115540304703398102</id><published>2006-08-13T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:17:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a Walk in the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking in the night with the Lord by my side,&lt;br /&gt;I wander aimlessly, looking for light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where I'll go, don't know anything,&lt;br /&gt;just walking with the Lord, His praises I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I trip, can't see where I go,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, but after awhile no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I climb a hill, and the going gets tough,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord's by my side though, doesn't seem so rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I fake a fall, and I imagine my pain,&lt;br /&gt;the Lord tells me gently, "there's nothing to gain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm so happy, I float away from Him.&lt;br /&gt;then my bubble bursts, and He's there on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays my bubble stands on two pins,&lt;br /&gt;two pins, to them 'became akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfinished. gtg sleep first XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115540304703398102?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115540304703398102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Lols i never though i would ever say this but I shall update on REQUEST hahahaha whee. actually i like my guitar piece so i left it there for awhile. heh the chinese version that was edited by Zhang lao shi was as cool. oh wel here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok todae. went to watch movie with jap friends. WAH SEH they all pung seh us la. paw got proj meeting, aaron go and invite his friends for sleepover, xh in the end cannot leave her party, py say she DUN WAN o.0 lol oh well had a funn time anw so their loss XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells so then we went to watch movie. uhh my super ex-girlfriend. lols lame show la. the guy go and date this insecure superhero and when he dumps her he kena jack. like he gets a shark thrown at him. lol. then after a strange twist of events the main guy's new girlfriend also has superpowers and his ex-girlfriend hooks up with her arch nemesis, who apparently has been in love with her since high school. geddit? lol its hard to follow. and the climax is like street fighter.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. then we went subway to eat. xh supposed to join us for lunch. here's the 411 on the situation (heh always wanted to say tt XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;me: eh xh u coming down or not?&lt;br /&gt;xh: yaya i try ok? i not done yet la. im at woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;me: o.0 ok try hurry hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR 0'clock&lt;br /&gt;me: eh auntie u coming down or not/ we all finish lunch alr leh&lt;br /&gt;xh: eh i tink rly cannot la. she wan me go karaoke and movie leh.&lt;br /&gt;me, aline, branden ( in essence): eh come down la. bring ur fren along lor. can make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;xh: she dun wan! u wan hear her scold u?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh no cos my phone bill alr very high after passing to so many ppl.&lt;br /&gt;xh : sry la rly cannot&lt;br /&gt;me:haiz ok lor byez den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lool got pung seh'ed. but aiya nvm la xh dun say sry. then branden met us at subway. hahaha finished lunch then went to this ulu place again to play pool. lol this time they dun allow us to go in 0.o oh well then we walked all the way back to ps to play arcade.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but along the way we TELEPORTED to BUGIS STREET RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;XD and HC with his contacts and his long pants and his AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha im eveeel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.then at the arcade. i realised i very long nvr go alr. played this shooting game with branden. heh im damn freakin noob. oh well. this is my first time gg out after how long la gimme a break. then we waited so LONG for this mariokart thing. haah but this woman kept hogging one arcade station so we had to wait for her to finish to be able to play together. but NO...she had to kept spamming the $1 coins la. sidn. then in the end we played daytona turbo. lols aline won the first one and jeaness won the second one. lol i was leading second one la then i go and do pit stop. and i got last 0.o oh well. finally learnt how to drift better. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm then it was 5.30 and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;THE END ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"as long as she's happy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/stop whining la u idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as you're happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesnt matter what happens to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as you're satisfied,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesnt matter if i'd died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as you're never down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesnt matter if i drown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as you're contented,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't care if i was resented.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as you have your smile,&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter if i'd been hurting all this while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as you have your laughter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesnt matter if i was gone thereafter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so don't let me catch you sad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause then i would have died, a useless lad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115522228792837304?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115522228792837304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115522228792837304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115522228792837304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115522228792837304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/08/lols-i-never-though-i-would-ever-say.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115461791200334947</id><published>2006-08-03T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:11:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the guitar music filled the entire room. such beauty, such sadness. his fingers, tender yet firm, caressed the strings, gently letting each note leave its mark, giving them a gentle push. the audience was in awe; the music was filled with such emotion, such angst, such sorrow, such love. slowly but surely, the music drifted into the audience's souls, touching their very core. the guitarist was now no longer just pulling the guitar strings; he was playing on the heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, as if taking the opportunity to shock, the fingers flew into a frenzy, furiously pulling the strings. each note landed heavily on the audience, setting fire in their hearts. yet, anyone who listened would have felt a chill down their spine, such was the contradiction of his emotions. then, once again, the music return to its original pace, the fingers, fatigued with passion, limped across the guitar neck, and the song slowly drew to a close. tears mingled with his sweat as they rolled down his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed, the audience gave him a standing ovation. standing to take a bow, he turns around, walking back into his solitude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115461791200334947?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330107.post-115391669697620857</id><published>2006-07-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:18:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>usuratonkachi no boku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonna koto hoshikunai. nande, kono kanjyou?&lt;br /&gt;kore ha, kokoro no kizu ka to iu koto ka? kono kanjyou, kono kega?&lt;br /&gt;sounara, dou yatte naosuru ka?&lt;br /&gt;iranai yo, kono bakana kanjyou.&lt;br /&gt;jya, kono itami wo hokanshiyou, kokoro ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himitsu toshite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dakedo, mou himitsu jyanai ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itatte ha yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115391669697620857?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24330107.post-115314370528569422</id><published>2006-07-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:01:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm todae. was weird. lol lets see philo was first lesson. watched a little of 'the gods must be crazy'. Mr. Lai wanted to help us see that one of the scenes supported the theory that 'language limits our concepts of the world'. lol but as usual the class was noisy and we couldn't really get much done XD. then math in the morn. found out i got 9/10 for the test. yay! haha but could have gotten full la. lol then it was chinese. haha our group owned! again! we were down 20 points la. then we caught up until 48-51 to them! then caught up again to 84-83 to us! wahaha yea man. then she gave more questions and we owned again XD. haha so forfeit. eh i just realised that i can't remember if anyone sang or they had to do extra homework XD. old alr la..senile man. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waha then re. haiz sian man. in the end because of it also i dint go for training 0.o then wed also cannot go cos got judo finals. haiz not that i dun wan to support but i wanna trainnn..im fat alr. need to runn. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we (me and daniel) went to talk to miss kuo. haha damn funny. miscellaneous scandals. we talked about everything la. haha miss kour is nicee. damn funny. ahaha. dint tink she would remember my name. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now doing philo wkst. haiz tinking without language. can lor. emotions aren't defined by words man. but our teacher wants rational thinking. then harder to argue can tink without le lor. hmm wonder when physics test is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.haado gei okei! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115314370528569422?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115314370528569422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115314370528569422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115314370528569422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115314370528569422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115279842189681447</id><published>2006-07-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:06:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol funny day. bio test. hmm ok la forgot some stuffs...bleh. but mostly cos i got hints from ppl on what to study otherwise i will die also. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then assembly. 3C got screwed for coming down damn late. lols some teacher held them back or sth. haha jack man. then the albert peh guy damn funny also la. haha he came to talk abt bgr and stuffs. haha but the way he say is damn funny man. wahaz. super blunt. plus sitting with seetow, paul and matthew made it even funnier. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;"physical attraction, emotional chemistry, now only left bio."-seetow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;then the track suit thing. lols wasnt supposed to look like that lor. haiz the printing they use the wrong font la. then now change must pay extra 6 bucks plus i tink. then still will have funny effects depending on wat they do. sian la. and i wanted my name printed &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then jap ca. haiz my particles i forgot lor...shoulda spent more time reading the textbook than searching the dictionary for the verbs' particles. haizz. in the end i only found 2 noteworthy things, and both either were part of the question or not tested 0.o haiz tired man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha board meeting. i was falling asleep, then jonlim and jiahao kept waking me up. wahaz in the end jonlim's mentos woke me up. wahaz then later it was tom's turn. haha he sleep faster than me la. lol poor thing man. pro leader must pay price eh. haha take care tom. dun die. u were born on a good day like me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols and im a walking info booth for openhouse! hahaha pro right. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk shall finally do the thing that i got tagged with XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people that you can think of right now in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tom&lt;br /&gt;2. Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;3. Shiyang&lt;br /&gt;4. Rod&lt;br /&gt;5.Zhengxuan&lt;br /&gt;6.Albert peh&lt;br /&gt;7.Aline&lt;br /&gt;8.Jeaness&lt;br /&gt;9.Matthew&lt;br /&gt;10. Ah Gong XD&lt;br /&gt;11. Nicolas (JAMAICA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet  10?&lt;br /&gt;Ah gong. lol sec 1L! yea man then it was on to 2L! haha the best class that ever was man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 2?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Chee. lols then p2 would have been sad. haha i tink u were one of the first to befren me then. haha and the NEWindow would never have come abt. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Nicolas (ya MAHN).  LOL. i would be....disturbed. highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like 7?&lt;br /&gt;Aline. lol u tink leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Zhengxuan and Albert Peh. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i would LAFF MY HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3&lt;br /&gt;Shiyang. YO MAN haha my best bud man. knew him since p2. yea man rock on shigs/arbie/chubbs/masterbaker XD. yea man my cool fren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Jeaness. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 4's family?&lt;br /&gt;Rod. ehh not really leh. but Rod's nice. haha damn loud voice HOOOO. okayyyyyyy! say say say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats 5's favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;Zhengxuan. eh not really a thing but more of a person eh zheng? lols anw soccer, table tennis and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 3 confesses he'she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;shiyang. LOLS yea man i noe we're close but hey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 6 speak?&lt;br /&gt;albert peh. Lol bgr language XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew. ehh dunno leh matthew tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 8 now?&lt;br /&gt;Jeaness. 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 1?&lt;br /&gt;Tom. hahalike 3 hrs ago. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy. lol keep on changing wat i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date  7?&lt;br /&gt;Aline. lols wouldnt that be interesting. haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 11?&lt;br /&gt;Nicolas. LOL oh MAHN that wouldn't be jamaican..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 2 naked?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy. LOLS no and i dun wan man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who i want to pass this on to.&lt;br /&gt;Shigs, rod, thomas ang, gabriel chicken, tom, jeremy chee...shall add  more later XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115279842189681447?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115279842189681447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115279842189681447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115279842189681447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115279842189681447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol-funny-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115261327147850070</id><published>2006-07-11T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:21:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. funny weekend. highlight of saturday was the lai ye fang thing. lols. the chinese drama circle's official gig. wahaz not a bad turnout actually. no more seats then ppl had to sit on the stairs la. lols.i witnessed for myself the gayness of ho wen jun XD. but yea he's pro la. lols damn funny. act as the ah soh and teh teacher also bleddy gay. haha pro man. and my form class the monitor also acted. haha not bad la quite good acting for sec sch level i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols sunday..church! yea that was fun. wahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday...&lt;br /&gt;aiya i damn sad about zidane la. i wanted him to be able to say that he led his team to win the world cup before he retired but he ended his career with a red card instead. haizz...when he got sent off alr the french team must have lost morale la. even trezeguet missed his penalty. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao teh guy must have insulted him lke hell la. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid dmp man. wasted all my time. wanted to mug also cannot. now dying alr. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianded day. i tink tmr got pe. haha hope that will cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but i jus realised my jersey no. is the same as trezeguet's. wahaz ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115261327147850070?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115261327147850070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115261327147850070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115261327147850070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115261327147850070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115202587220595833</id><published>2006-07-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:11:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee i actually appeared in the newpaper todae! haha yea man page 6. go see. XD&lt;br /&gt;hmm damn tired these few daes man. HoE is super tiring la.  bleh but kinda worth it. nice topic i chose. ^^ but its damn tiring staying up to like 2+ to do lor..haiz dying in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the henry joga trick is super cool. the one he clips the ball on the back of his left foot and it spins into the goal. siaozzorz. chee say he can do. i wanna see haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115202587220595833?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115202587220595833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115202587220595833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115202587220595833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115202587220595833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/07/whee-i-actually-appeared-in-newpaper.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115150363757354265</id><published>2006-06-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:07:17.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO yea man shiyang finally did the '3' quiz.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha ok so this is his stuffs! i posting cos he no blog XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;br /&gt;Shiyang,Shiggy, FattyYang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;Heritage? Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOUv&lt;br /&gt;egetables, math geniuses, and Jinghua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;food, computer , punching bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT YOU ARE WEARING NOW&lt;br /&gt;omg….Singlet, Nanyang Pe shorts, plaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback, Elvis Presley, Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;Too bad and Savin me by Nickelback, and Bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THING YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (other than love)&lt;br /&gt;uhh, whatever Gabriel said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE&lt;br /&gt;I box, I like maths, and I go for CCA regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;heart, faith and looks (lol) – ya this is copy pasted frm gabriel too so there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF MY FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;br /&gt;Playing various comp games, trimming my nails, and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;To find all my homework done. To be godly in maths. These two will do thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;br /&gt;Neverwinter, Japan 100 years later, and France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;Take things easy, sleep(painless death you see) and reach 90 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;this friggin ends here man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115150363757354265?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115150363757354265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115150363757354265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115150363757354265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115150363757354265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/woohoo-yea-man-shiyang-finally-did-3.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115082383228659768</id><published>2006-06-21T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:20:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like a fool he stares out the window, wondering about the clouds. every one of them looked like her. then it began to rain, and she was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'can't gather my thoughts' 'it's ok let them stray...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115082383228659768?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115082383228659768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115082383228659768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115082383228659768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115082383228659768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-fool-he-stares-out-window.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115082269668973448</id><published>2006-06-21T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:58:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gabriel, you should pick your Supportive Sidekick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who we're talking about — the champion consoler, the person you can always count on, the person who knows how to clean up even after the biggest emotional superspill of your life. This friend gives you a one-on-one rush like no other. This confidante for all seasons can probably even read your mind just a little. Or don't you remember the last time they finished a sentence for you?Lucky for you, your supportive sidekick can probably guess what your next dreams will be before you even do. It must be nice to know you have a tireless supporter and coach in your midst, someone you can tell anything to who always has your best interests in mind and a smile to cheer you up. How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy! tts u! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115082269668973448?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115082269668973448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115082269668973448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115082269668973448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115082269668973448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/gabriel-you-should-pick-your.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115056601912111734</id><published>2006-06-18T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:40:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je t'aime. J'ai toujours eu, et toujours volonté&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115056601912111734?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115056601912111734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115056601912111734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115056601912111734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115056601912111734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/je-taime.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115038115665648301</id><published>2006-06-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:33:24.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoever said " it is better to have loved and lost than not to love at all" must be an idiot. or someone who likes pain. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he also felt that "pain is good". well then I'm absolutely positively MARVELous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and watch lost. its a good show. look out for charlie. poor charlie. all he ever wanted was claire's trust. sad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, I was there. I saw. I just didn't dare go down. I wondered what would  have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'would it be beautiful....? or just a beautiful disaster....?" ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115038115665648301?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115038115665648301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115038115665648301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115038115665648301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115038115665648301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/whoever-said-it-is-better-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115037688637259730</id><published>2006-06-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:08:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know? I have a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. that a person's value is measured when he dies. really. Its only when you die that people will remember you. or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, if you die, and many people mourn, and I mean real depression and sadness and grief, not just tears for a day, then you must have made a difference in many people's lives. Congrats, you had a good life. You did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, what about the guy whose funeral is only attended by his family? or worse still, no one? how about him? didn't anyone feel sad enough to mourn for him? did no one love him? I pity that guy. no legacy, it was as if he didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, I'm taking the extreme case here. Usually, there would be friends and family who would attend the funeral. But, you can tell which type of guy he was. if he were the second one, well then his friends would go like, "hey remember him? yea he used to work with me" "yea yea I remember. wasn't he the one who always ordered pizza?" "yea yea he was the one who hated anchovies wasn't he?" "I thought he loved them...?" "...well whatever the case, I sure miss him" "yea I miss him man...Jim, was it?" "or was it Tim?" *awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;"well who wants another drink?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea something like that. the first guy however, would probably go something like this, "hey remember Jake?" " yea yea he used to bring us to his place and just hang out right?" "yea, always the generous guy..." *silence in which everyone's minds starts filling up with memories of him and their eyes brim with tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still, if it were his family members, "...Jake used to love this show..." *mom starts crying* *dad holds mom in his hands, assuring her that its all ok when his heart cracks* *sister leaves the dining room and goes to her room so that her parents can't hear her crying* *brother goes out for a walk, reliving the times when he used to play ball with him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, if it were his ex......&lt;br /&gt;*knock* knock* "hey open up girlfriend. you can't lock yourself in there all day long. its been a month already. you have to get back up on your feet gal. cmon open up.."*knock*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'can't gather my thoughts...its ok let them stray..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115037688637259730?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115037688637259730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115037688637259730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115037688637259730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115037688637259730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-i-have-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115029837953100449</id><published>2006-06-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:20:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoo...ok here's the '3' quiz for thomas ang. on behalf of him. read on man. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Comments at http://crappitrash.blogspot.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;br /&gt;thomas, er... "master peng", er... er... botak head (but here I'm digging up the past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;pimply forehead, chinese, catholicism (Oi its Catholicism not Christianity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;(no order)&lt;br /&gt;losing intelligence--losing control of my brain, not being able to control my body parts&lt;br /&gt;being blind, deaf (esp. both)&lt;br /&gt;losing my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;my brain, my hands, my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT YOU ARE WEARING NOW&lt;br /&gt;my old rosyth pe pants, my red (!) specs, my 冬：日新国中 36th Annual CO Concert shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;(no order)&lt;br /&gt;Murray Perahia (pianist), Maurice Ravel (composer), eminem (just for his assonance and rhyming, and quick breaths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;Ondine, Le gibet, Scarbo. ...all from Gaspard de la Nuit by Maurice Ravel (I think this should count as one)&lt;br /&gt;Suite Italienne (violin/piano arrangement by Stravinsky and Dushkin) by Stravinsky&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux clos (piano) by Toru Takemitsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (other than love)&lt;br /&gt;mutual adoration -- a relationship wouldn't exist otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;length -- what's the point of a two-week one?&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness -- if not, a relationship would be a fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE&lt;br /&gt;*in no particular order* -- I want YOU to figure out which is the lie&lt;br /&gt;I love Evelyn Foo. I have a 22cm handspan. I like red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;Looks -- hello, we're talking about APPEAL here&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence -- don't be stupid&lt;br /&gt;Eyes -- the 'window of the soul', eyes don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF MY FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;br /&gt;Playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;Playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping/eating (same rank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THING YOU WANT REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;for people in the world to be really smartened up so that there won't be a war every coupla years.&lt;br /&gt;for al-zarqawi to be alive, so that the US can track him down without cheating, ...and so that there won't be a hundred people raring to replace him.&lt;br /&gt;a 30cm handspan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;br /&gt;(no order)&lt;br /&gt;paris -- at least, france&lt;br /&gt;vienna/salzburg/berlin (I know these are in different places, thank you)&lt;br /&gt;juilliard school of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;(no order)&lt;br /&gt;perform at carnegie hall -- ahhhhh the hall of dreams&lt;br /&gt;arrange a concert at my funeral where i'd get bigshot pianists to play this:&lt;br /&gt;-Liszt: B minor sonata&lt;br /&gt;-Messiaen: XV - Le baiser de l'Enfant-Jésus&lt;br /&gt;-Mozart: Sonata in D K 576&lt;br /&gt;have sex -- i'm not going to die a virgin; i'm not obsessed about this, but what is the point of being born into this world if not to spread your dna?!&lt;br /&gt;...I'm not a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;evelyn foo, valencia long, readon teh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115029837953100449?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115029837953100449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115029837953100449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115029837953100449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115029837953100449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/yoo.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115018671892097711</id><published>2006-06-13T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:18:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/1600/in_love_and_lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/320/in_love_and_lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Hoegg, the deviant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115018671892097711?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115018671892097711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115018671892097711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115018671892097711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115018671892097711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/thanks-to-hoegg-deviant.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-115018644705126506</id><published>2006-06-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:14:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you do when you just can't stop thinking about it? what do you do when you set out to concentrate on your work but she just occupies your mind? what do you do when all you can think about is her, until you can't think anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this strange feeling? it tears at me, yet it heals. it hurts, yet I don't want it to go away. it brings a tear one moment, joy the next. what is this? Its empowering, yet crippling. it makes me want to run and shout with all my heart, but no words come out. it makes me want to let it all out, but let what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'inexplicable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-115018644705126506?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/115018644705126506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=115018644705126506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115018644705126506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/115018644705126506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-do-you-do-when-you-just-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114977628086591437</id><published>2006-06-08T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:18:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>lol here for u ^^&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel, dumdumburp, tong'eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE&lt;br /&gt;um. chinese? kiasuism? chinese poems? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;losing family members, losing friends, losing my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;um air food water XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT YOU ARE WEARING NOW&lt;br /&gt;um white op shirt, yonex shorts and my specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;jake shimabukuro, the guy who can play simpsons unplugged and the band in school of rock ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt; when my guitar gently weeps, lonely by akon and school of rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THING YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (other than love)&lt;br /&gt; um faith, care and devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE&lt;br /&gt;um i love my family n frens, i can skate well and i am busy 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;heart, faith and looks (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF MY FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;br /&gt;going out( with family and frens), watching tv and praying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THING YOU WANT REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;um. i dunno. to be able to talk to God and um be very smart and talented in guitar XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION&lt;br /&gt;america, JAPAN and heaven ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt; um get more people to know God, tour the world and have a nice warm family (parents included ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;thomas, rod and shiyang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114977628086591437?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114977628086591437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114977628086591437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114977628086591437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114977628086591437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114977483748041501</id><published>2006-06-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:53:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO YO YO! haha im back..lets see if anyone cares..heh sry la thomas i got a bit sian XD&lt;br /&gt;so anw wat has been happening to me..um lets see..lol training...oh we ran a weird physical on monday la 6 laps x 5 courts (!!!)x 7 times LOL almost died trying to sprint it heh...so unfit now..oh and i watched the omen! man it was scary...when watching it la. after that not scary. doesn't leave a lasting impression..heh maybe cos i knew a bit of the storyline liao tts why..but when i was watching it right me and my cousin almost huddled together la! lol stupid evil kid and the bleddy evil nanny...haiz..i was hiding behind the popcorn box la XD..&lt;br /&gt;ok lets backtrack. um last week. * thinks hard* can't remember lei..haiz nvm if i rmb then i post. XD&lt;br /&gt;so anyway todae.  went ice-skating! yea man..haha i improve a lot since last time liao but wah all the pro lil' kids make me hazukashii..they seriously pro la can go backwards and spin! i alr have trouble going forwards and stopping la XD&lt;br /&gt;and the hockey ppl also pro man..but they damn hao lian la whole day speed and speed and weave and weave...i mean they pro la but still..&lt;br /&gt;lol i fell down a few times XD then i scratch myself. XD ice too rough liao..then when they resurface it it become too slippery. haha cannot skate alr..lol&lt;br /&gt;but anw it froze pretty fast XD&lt;br /&gt;oh well tmr got smp again so cannot go training..bleh&lt;br /&gt;oh ya next time i post abt da vinci code. heh keep on forgetting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114977483748041501?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114977483748041501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114977483748041501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114977483748041501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114977483748041501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/06/yo-yo-yo-haha-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114865950214746862</id><published>2006-05-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:05:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee im back from the malaysia trip! aha it was fun man though at first it looked damn sian. lols the hardcore bus was damn pro la window also like half-dead one.then the dustbin also got cockroach lor.2 some more XD and the natural air-con damn cold la. and we slept in teh chalet that looked deceptively nice outside but inside is quite suck la. haha at least i got the mattress. the toilet tap when u turn on got ants XD. but it was quite ok la the hall place. beside a swimming pool which had cats. haha we went to visit the oil palm plantation which our resort is in and mr court owned the oil palm. haha he chopped it off with a scythe like thing in two strokes la. harris, mr lim and ms kour also damn pro man. too bad ah gong dint go up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the cave! whee caving was damn fun man. the hall inside was damn coolio. there were two strong beams of light shining through when we reached la. its like those type of show where the good guy and the bad guy face off those type, or like the angels gg to come down like dat. and ah gong was being gay with jappy. lol then they made us turn off all our lights in this cave room and tried to shut us up but there were obviously some idiots who could not shut their trap. as usual. but we still managed to get some of the effect. haha total darkness is overwhelming man. lol then the elephantand the batman in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after caving and stuff we went to kuantan after that. we stopped at this batik store and learnt how they made the paintings. and laffed at that guy's english XD. jk...whee then we reached the grand continental hotel in kuantan. kinda cool man they actually had espn wahaz better than the plantation chalet where they only had tv2  0.o lol and opposite the hotel they had an adidas factory outlet! and i bought a t-shirt there! wahaz cheaper  than singapore cos they had a lot of discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then at night we went to release the turtles! i was one of those that went and they were damn cute man. almost ouldn't hold on to mine tho. kept running alr. cute lil' guy. hee even though it was raining it dint matter man. wahaz damn cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day we went to our cip centres where we helped the ppl clean up the place and interacted with them. wahaz some of them were quite friendly and they looked like they were having a great time. wahaz.&lt;br /&gt;then we brought them to a mcdonalds to have lunch and we performed for them. lol mikey and peng sang the pokemon song and it was quite good at first but peng began to go off at the end 0.o nvm la good enough. hee then it was chee, tian kai n josey i think and one more person i forgot (sry XD) who went up and sang a song which i forgot XD. then came slau with readon, john ong and lee hee who sang jopsh groban's u raise me up 0.o and slau owned everyone there man. he could actually hit all the notes la siaozzors. dam pro man i bet he's gg to join rafflesian spotlight this year and own everyone XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we danced the madagascar dance for them too. lol some ppl shook their butts better than others *erhem*jotham*erhem*. XD and at the end we sang "peng you", "lang hua yi duo duo" and "we are the young" all at one go and it was damn fun man. oh wait. did we sing two songs then dance or was it like tt? aiya nvm la anw it was damn cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yea basically tt was the trip. other than the yes no games( cannot say 'yes' or 'no' and cannot say stuff like 'ya' or 'nah' or shake ur head)  and the time when we stayed up until 3 watching miami vs detroit match and playing cards. haha whee next time i shal post abt the da vinci code! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114865950214746862?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114865950214746862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114865950214746862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114865950214746862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114865950214746862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/05/whee-im-back-from-malaysia-trip-aha-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114779140120000480</id><published>2006-05-16T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:56:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man oh man oh man..stunned. period. kawaiiness XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol today had the chinese mock paper. lol was falling asleep la for the first part. then i realised i had like  the whole second compre to do (including suo duan chang wen) and the zao ju and the ke ben qns and the yan yu and cheng yu qns to do la! and with only 1 hr left 0.o then rushed like hell man.   thanks to God for helping me finish it with 5 min to spare! whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol haa dogei is damn funny man..lol poor ohta. stupid tsugumi XD lol im unfair..but he looked damn sad man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukUenjyPXQU&amp;search=Hard%20Gay%20haado%20gei%20razor%20ramon%20HG%20bakafish%20ramen%20bakuten%20english%20subtitles%20subs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukUenjyPXQU&amp;amp;search=Hard%20Gay%20haado%20gei%20razor%20ramon%20HG%20bakafish%20ramen%20bakuten%20english%20subtitles%20subs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114779140120000480?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114779140120000480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114779140120000480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114779140120000480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114779140120000480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-man-oh-man-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114749841835709721</id><published>2006-05-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:33:38.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodge Epp Lang</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of stories of famous people? How ordinary people became legends? Well, Rodge Lang was one of this people. He was an ordinary kid, never getting into any trouble and always graduating in the solid middle of his class. But one day something happened that made him famous. Something that made him a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodge was walking home one day. He saw a dog that looked like it was hurt. It was biting itself, and everytime blood flowed out it stopped, wept, then bit itself somemore. It must have bitte itself so much that it began looking abnormally pale, and must have withtered away to skin and bones. Rodge couldn't stand seeing it hurt itself like that, so Rodge began to nurse it. Rodge  cuddled it and gave it comfort, and for awhile Rodge felt happy that the dog was feeling better. Although he saw that the dog already had a tag, he thought the dog had become his friend, so he brought it home. He began playing with the dog everyday, even though he knew that the dog was not his. The dog seemed happy with him, so for awhile he forgot all about the tag. But one day, Rodge woke up to find the dog missing, so Rodge went all over looking for the dog. He went to the park,to the all the houses in his neighbourhood, even in the canals, worried that it might be stuck. Finally, he found the dog at the same place where he first found it (Rodge was not the brightest kid). He to its side, picking it up and holding it close to his heart. But the dog did something he totally did not expect. The dog began biting him, tearing his shirt apart. Rodge was so confused he did not know what to do. He tried holding it closer to assure it it was him, but the dog only began to tear at his open chest. Rodge quickly dropped the dog, horrified. Then, he noticed that the dog had changed. He could see the anger in its eyes, as if the dog never knew him. He ran back crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried so much that when he stopped he went "Epp, epp..." sounding a little like crying. So, the kids began calling him Epp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodge never got over his old dog, but then one day he saw his neighbour's cat by itself. He knew this cat before, and it always seemed happy and healthy, and he observed that when people were around it it would begin yapping happily as if it was okay. But when it thought it was alone the cat curled up in itself and made whimpering noises. From far, he saw that his neighbour had gotten a new dog, which bullied it. Rodge wanted to help the cat, but he hesitated; he did not want to get hurt again. Not like that. But when Rodge saw how hurt the at was, he couldn't leave it alone, so he began to talk to it, giving it help with putting up with the new dog. Eventually, his neighbour saw what the new dog was doing to his cat, so he got rid of the dog. Rodge and the cat rejoiced together.  Rodge thought that this time it was going to be different, and that the cat would not hurt him as the dog had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he was wrong. Poor Rodge. Poor Epp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, on one if his visits, a squirrel came along. Rodge recognised the squirrel. It was the one he had always observed in the park, going along its way collecting nuts. Although he knew that it was a friend of the cat's, he had never seen them together like this. Rodge went over anyway. As he approached, however, the cat and the squirrel began scratching him, clawing at his flesh and his clothes, albeit playfully. Epp, confused at this, did not think much of it, letting them scratch him, thinking that they were just playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day however, he realised just how bad the wounds were, and he realised that they were infected. He tried moving on to go for help but his wounds hurt to much. He tried calling for help but found that he had lost his voice. So there lay Rodge Epp Lang, dying in his own room while no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Epp died, he began haunting the neighbourhood, making the same "Epp, epp.." sound he made when he cried. This is the story of Epp, and how a normal boy became legend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114749841835709721?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114749841835709721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114749841835709721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114749841835709721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114749841835709721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/05/rodge-epp-lang.html' title='Rodge Epp Lang'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114749442266548117</id><published>2006-05-13T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:27:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114749442266548117?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114749442266548117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114749442266548117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114749442266548117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114749442266548117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/05/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114749438202320210</id><published>2006-05-13T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:26:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. im so damn tired. im tired of trying my best and in the end realising that i wound up with nothing at all. screw it all man. like my work. dammit. worked so freaking hard and still wound up with crap results. and then i tried my best to help u. and it hurts the way u. repaid. goodwill. with. distrust. i mean i really thot i had found a true fren there. but now i dunno anything anymore man. it happened before but i thot u would be different. shoulda known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my xbox had to fail on me. wah lao eh. why is everything failing me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114749438202320210?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114749438202320210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114749438202320210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114749438202320210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114749438202320210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/05/man.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114728040609043419</id><published>2006-05-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:00:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol i love the freedom from exams. lol but still have to take my papers as practise. heck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea man friends damn funny. joey' "oh mommy, oh daddy, I am a big old baddy" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hiok's hard gay! ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. so many nice stuff. yet i dun feel happy for long. damn him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114728040609043419?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114728040609043419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114728040609043419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114728040609043419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114728040609043419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol-i-love-freedom-from-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114554721203894798</id><published>2006-04-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:35:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo prepare for the loooong post man. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok first,wat happened this week. ok la lol was being depressed again but me mum was there once again to help me ^^ thx mum. ok ytd. had bio and ss test. lol bio we only found out that day, and i alr wanted to play soccer, so hecked it, in the end almost couldnt do the protein test. lol luckily i prayed man and He let me guess right ^^. whee then the ss test. lol stupid la how to write conclusion for that kind of essay? lol and i only used one piece of paper..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then todae. had chem, zuowen and sakubun test (zuowen in jap). lol chem wasnt easy la i got the lead thing wrong liao and i scared abt my balancing equations lor. aiya over liao la. then the zuowen i wrote the wo zhen de zhi cuo le that one, but forgot to write that sentence at the end 0.o aiya over also. no point worrying. sakubun test. lol i wrote like super fast for the first 20 min la finish more than half my draft. even wanted to do another topic and choose which one. in the end i took so long for the second part i almost dint have time to finish. luckily senei was nice enuff to gimme and daniel extra time to finish heh. she looked pissed tho. hope she doesnt minus my marks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok im now gonna talk abt my japan trip man. whee it was sooooooo fun! haha takashi, my host, and his family were so nice! i loved every bit of the japan trip! i loved the mornings when we would wake up and eat yoghurt and fruits XD. i loved going to sch with takashi and having fun with choisu, kari, inuzuka, daichi, ryou, ayako,AMANO!, naoto, macchan, keisuke, ikeya, hodaka (gabu 2 XD), ume mura, yasuhiko!, sensei!!!! haha and tomochan too XD lol com lab XDD...woohoo they're the best man. i will never forget them man. i loved playing the japanese tennis with takashi! i loved their recesses! i loved the food (no im not a pig) and their loong skipping ropes! mann and takashi had an attic full of toys! how cool is that man. and he has a psp too! i wan..then can go japan and play with him XD. and it was great when takashi came over to singapore for awhile! it was so cool la and i met his sister for the first time. to bad otoosan dint come..ohwell ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea then we had lotsa fun on the tours together and in disneyland! yea man even though it was raining..lol and muto sensei was cool man. we ate the caramel popcorn while queuing and she was like eating while saying "kore ha dame yo (this is not allowed)"! XD lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man wat a great time. lol even got scandalous issues XDD. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew shall end the long post here. gotta go do some work. so happie that a lot of the test over that todae dint do work at all XD. oh and happie 15th reicheru ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114554721203894798?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114554721203894798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114554721203894798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114554721203894798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114554721203894798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/04/woohoo-prepare-for-loooong-post-man.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114450847337772078</id><published>2006-04-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:01:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol im done being pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw napfa was run. did 74 sit ups ^^ hanqi still did one more than me though. and that was last year 0.o imba la he..oh well just finished my philo essay..stupid thing on how are we justified in believing that the sun will rise tomorrow? gay la. anw on my next post i shall post abt my japan trip. which was almost a year ago. yeai noe but on request mah. lol nvm la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114450847337772078?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114450847337772078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114450847337772078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114450847337772078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114450847337772078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/04/lol-im-done-being-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114423883287462564</id><published>2006-04-05T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:12:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn pissed. i HATE being scolded for trying my freaking best to do sth. i HATE IT. hear me? I. HATE. IT. i noe i shldnt be feeling like this esp since i've been growing spiritually more but I HATE THIS DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114423883287462564?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114423883287462564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114423883287462564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114423883287462564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114423883287462564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-damn-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114382376233706850</id><published>2006-03-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:49:22.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea man its finally the weekends! whee...lol lets see a lot of stuff happened on thurs and fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs&lt;br /&gt;wahaz I had to do the pledge! lol gay la felt a bit nervous but pulled it off..&lt;br /&gt;lol then had to do the ke qian on thurs la. gayded. so I decided to do on a current topic. abt me. :D mainly abt the FALSE rumour that was started by mou mou ren abt me liking sarah cheang, thus calling tong tong cheang 0.o stupid right? wahaz see wang even zhang lao shi noes that u're the one who likes her la...lol so I did a stupid ke qian on that, which at least got some laughter...hee.&lt;br /&gt; ok then when I went back to class after chinese some idiot stole my du zhe and made me look for it for half an hour man. waste my free period only. &gt;&lt; then I ended up reading the 3rd issue for the test which I dint attempt in the end cos I went to borrow from zhang lao shi the 2nd one. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;then, after sch, kenneth wee started throwin the stupid cardboards around, which made me duck as fast as I could. sick shit la aiming for me. then, as I bent down, I hit my nose against my knee, which made my nose bleed for the first time! *applause applause* lol I tink its the first time la. felt so weird..not pain one..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then during jap, I realised that I dint study all the stuff for the quizzes. lol. so last minute mug again. hahass&lt;br /&gt;oh then had board meeting. lol supposed to end at like 6.30 end up end at 7. 0.o lol lionel was super funny. he heard someone say "collaborate with other.." or sth liddat then he say "YES I AGREE! collaborate with what ah? CHEH (not girls sch)" XDXD&lt;br /&gt;yay now FRI&lt;br /&gt;first was the pledge again. more confident this time but then they say they cannot hear my voice. 0.o     aiya heck la.&lt;br /&gt;then it was...free period! lol the class was supposed to be playing a com game but then cannot so become free period..lol so the whole class was slacking la. blasting music like hell and slacking with james' psp..I WAN la..lol unless I win the ipod video from raffles trail which is why i'm typing this so late..lol.&lt;br /&gt;then came chinese. lol the du zhe test. heh I wrote too long la my time management sucks. in the end had to rush again..lol but that was all only..&lt;br /&gt;then bio! yea man todae's bio was cool la. we watched a video on rat dissection.  wahaz guess readon's not gg to be a surgeon in future..and muzzie and jiahan are gonna kill someone and eat it,  thinking its spaghetti 0.o thats wrong man..&lt;br /&gt;lol then cle was abt stress..we spent most of the lesson  playing psp tho cos mr. court left after bio and came back super long later. lol&lt;br /&gt;after sch some ppl went to go and take pics of thomas' signs XD pro man..&lt;br /&gt;oh and at training michael beat some adrianas  guy or sth. chao imba la he 14 but wining under 18 lor. siaozzors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,  have finally gotten the raffles trail thing done (thx carvin!) so im gonna sleep. nitez all. oyasumi!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and happie anniversary mum and dad ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114382376233706850?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114382376233706850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114382376233706850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114382376233706850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114382376233706850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/yea-man-its-finally-weekends-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114347669337026536</id><published>2006-03-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:24:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/1600/After_the_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7131/2521/320/After_the_rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114347669337026536?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114347669337026536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114347669337026536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114347669337026536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114347669337026536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-rain.html' title='after the rain'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114338084497921732</id><published>2006-03-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:47:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAE!</title><content type='html'>yay i love Sundays. Sabbath mah...and weekend also la..lol although i still have a lot of work to do now..like the gay bio thing which we dun even have the food labels for our class so cannot do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..oh and i got the solving the da vinci code disc today. yea man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114338084497921732?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114338084497921732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114338084497921732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114338084497921732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114338084497921732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/sundae.html' title='SUNDAE!'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114321105516325784</id><published>2006-03-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:49:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired man...</title><content type='html'>whee its finally the weekend! tho still got a hell lot of hw..but nvm! at least sleep properly la..oh and tmr's the davinci code seminar! crap la i forgot to register for seats then all sold out liao..haiz..lol training today was fun man wahaz played some ppl from tkgs i tink? looked familiar..lol wo la duh..but made a lot of mistakes..wahaz but hanqi and chue hsien got more fun ppl to play with la..then the others played some monfort ppl 0.o anyhow import ppl one lor they all. cheats..but we still thrashed them la ^^. lol and i learnt who was natawit! i tink thats how u spell his name la..pro thai kia 0.o then came sprinting. 20x 1..more tiring than i thot but still ok la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching fear factor now. why no survivor ah? must be got some problem with mediacorp la..sian man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol oh and we beat wang's high score!n XD i almost beat stanley's one la..then yiksin had to beat it first..lol steal my mojo then cannot play liao XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks for those people who replied and linked me hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114321105516325784?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114321105516325784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114321105516325784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114321105516325784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114321105516325784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-man.html' title='tired man...'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114311948088594990</id><published>2006-03-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:11:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee! i got a blog! finally! haha i bet no one is reading this..sian..wahaz but nvm must make everyone link me and tag me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man the stupid rumour abt me liking sarah cheang...gay la chee and wang i noe both of u like her la and jus because she say u got ap chee doesnt mean u dun stand a chance haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anw gtg liaoz...all the hw is calling me 0.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114311948088594990?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114311948088594990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114311948088594990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114311948088594990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114311948088594990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/whee-i-got-blog-finally-haha-i-bet-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114279528810803698</id><published>2006-03-19T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:11:24.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me,Myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Cogito,ergo sum."&lt;/em&gt; Traditionally, "I think, therefore I am". René Descartes once said these famous words. However, after fifteen years of existence, I had begun to think that was a flaw in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Gabriel Tong, an insignificant boy in the Grand Scheme of God. My name is the name of an angel as mentioned in the Bible, and a special one, since Archangel Gabriel was the one who brought the good news to Mary; that she was to be with child of the Holy Spirit. These recent years, however, I am beginning to think that I am the exact opposite of being a bearer of good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I tasted air was on 5th February 1991. How bitter the air must have tasted then, since when I touched it with my tongue I cried like there was no tomorrow. No wonder, what I had tasted was the hedonistic age that this world has come to. The stench to someone new must have been unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had existed, according to Descartes, since I must have thought of something that caused me to cry. Then again, life never really began, if I was only capable of emotions, and not being able to reason, to cogitate. How simple those days must have been then, when all I had to worry about was how my diaper felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life started when I was in kindergarten, when I began to learn things about the world around me. I was fascinated with simple words like ‘pedestrian’, and was delighted to show my mum what I had learnt for the day. The plain joy of having my mother’s approval of me could make my day. Life then was at its best; pure, simple innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started, which complicated things. Marks came into play, something people judged you by. Then, girls became more than just other people. They became taboo, people that if you became friends with meant that they stuck for life. Primary 6 was when stress really began, and when I could not beat my sister’s score, I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have become a whirlwind since then. I learnt how hard it was to lose a friend, and gained others along the way. Work was heavier than ever, and training became serious. I matured in ways that I never thought that I could, physically, mentally and spiritually. I saw things in a new light, and really began to questions things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking that, since I have matured more, then I should ‘exist’ more. But this did not seem to work. The more I thought, the more I realized how small I was, how unimportant and worthless I was, and the more I thought the more I felt that I did not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I matured spiritually, I began to realize that no matter how insignificant one is, as long as one is cared for by one person, one isn’t worthless. Thus, I have decided that I should live for God and the people who love me and care for me. “Loved, therefore I am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 515&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114279528810803698?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114279528810803698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114279528810803698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114279528810803698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114279528810803698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/memyself-and-i.html' title='Me,Myself and I'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24330107.post-114273871242765921</id><published>2006-03-19T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:25:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first.</title><content type='html'>wow my blog has finally been set up! haha for the english thing...dunno what to write leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24330107-114273871242765921?l=burpology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/feeds/114273871242765921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24330107&amp;postID=114273871242765921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114273871242765921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24330107/posts/default/114273871242765921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burpology.blogspot.com/2006/03/first.html' title='first.'/><author><name>lol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14416115999293253682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
