<?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-24582345</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:42:37.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cereal, chocolate milk, potatoes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24582345.post-115933519547979638</id><published>2006-09-27T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:44:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored, i've got &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt; to do. come to think of it, i do have stuff to do but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAWH&lt;/b&gt;, too lazy to. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kill this boredom, i've decided to blog. about what? i have no idea. heck, just talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fasting month hasn't been kind to me, its totally messing with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;for one, my sleep's disrupted every oh-so-often just for &lt;i&gt;sahur&lt;/i&gt;. disrupted sleep's not good at all. for one, you'd be all grumpy and its not good for one's health at all.&lt;br /&gt;no that i'm holding a grudge, but its getting on my nerves. speaking of disrupted sleep, its always my dad who wakes me up when its at home. and i totally hate the way he does it, &lt;b&gt;BLOODY IRRITATING&lt;/b&gt;, i swear upon my ripe and neglected balls (!!!).&lt;br /&gt;he'd try to pronounce my name all arabic-like and it'd piss me off, big time.&lt;br /&gt;eh, maybe its effective &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. cos i wake up at the first call but just pretend that i can't hear at all.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, sleep. i've been lacking lots of it. its hard for me to fall asleep without certain &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;. i think i'm gonna have a major migrane from all of this. ):&lt;br /&gt;and during this time of year, i've to push aside this &lt;b&gt;vice&lt;/b&gt; which is a real task. everytime before i go to sleep, i'd jerk off &lt;font size="1"&gt;(heck, my blog, no harm being honest&lt;/font&gt;) and i can't sleep if i don't. and i try bloody hard not to. the only remedy is to turn on my iPod and listen to some slow&amp;soft songs which would put me to sleep. actually, me without wanking would be a good thing &lt;font size="1"&gt;(i think)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, no more acne!&lt;br /&gt;two, i'd be less horny &lt;font size="1"&gt;(i think)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i can't wait for all of this to be over.&lt;br /&gt;i'd get a really good reward, new clothes and MOOLAH :D&lt;br /&gt;i've already got a plan, but i don't feel like listing it out &lt;font size="1"&gt;(haha)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa-nyway, r/c drifing is bloody cool &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. watching the vids makes me grow even more impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AzBg5bv-8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AzBg5bv-8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-COU5ki9I8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-COU5ki9I8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eVjBHOc3Qk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eVjBHOc3Qk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PGNFEvmvGw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PGNFEvmvGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xda5EjloMAg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xda5EjloMAg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough from me.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy steve perry's voice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FBFBFB"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.amazing-indulgences.com/radio.blog/sounds/Journey -  Open Arms.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115933519547979638?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115933519547979638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115933519547979638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115933519547979638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115933519547979638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bored-ive-got-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115909434502851811</id><published>2006-09-24T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:42:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh, its the fasting month now. &lt;b&gt;NOT FUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fasting month is the equivalent of a very restricted month, lemme list the things i &lt;b&gt;can't do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eat&lt;br /&gt;-drink&lt;br /&gt;-watch tv (no sex scenes)&lt;br /&gt;-wank&lt;br /&gt;-curse/swear (oh my, hard to refrain from doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i know there's more. but i can't seem to recall.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the fasting month isn't that bad &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. for one, i get to save money! :D&lt;br /&gt;shiok, can buy new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting my r/c machine in 2 weeks time, more shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#FBFBFB"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.skyturnred.com/radio.blog/sounds/The Receiving End of Sirens - The Race .rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Praising every moment because you're my only light&lt;br /&gt;Reading through stares at your passion that bears me now&lt;br /&gt;Shedding no little tears&lt;br /&gt;The silence scares us more than leaving could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting by your side&lt;br /&gt;Knowing every moment is closer to your flight&lt;br /&gt;Upset with the past, but it's all that holds us now&lt;br /&gt;Believing no lies, telling each other we'll be fine forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;I could never leave those beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;I know what you must be going through&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sorry for you&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115891246146250346</id><published>2006-09-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:07:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've got a brain tumor or something, i keep hearing stuff &lt;font size="1"&gt;creepy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got gum disease as well, my tooth/gum hurts and i kind of brush that area really hard to make it bleed on purpose. who knows, it might help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#006600"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.skyturnred.com/radio.blog/sounds/Halifax - Sydney.rbs&amp;colors=body:#006600;border:#000000;button:#020202;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cornered, with my back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;The lights are dimming by the minute&lt;br /&gt;Can someone call my other self&lt;br /&gt;Let them know I'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;Cornered with my back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;The lights are dimming by the minute&lt;br /&gt;Can someone call my other self&lt;br /&gt;Let them know I'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start back at start so I know where to go&lt;br /&gt;We've made it this far, no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;Six days and all I can think about,&lt;br /&gt;Six days and all I can think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Start back at start so I know where to go&lt;br /&gt;We've made it this far, no turning back now&lt;br /&gt;Six days and all i can think about,&lt;br /&gt;Six days and all i can think about is you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115891246146250346?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115891246146250346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115891246146250346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115891246146250346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115891246146250346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-ive-got-brain-tumor-or.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115863663659901641</id><published>2006-09-19T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:30:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for quite some time. so yeah, here i am, with nothing to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, not entirely nothing&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna put cycling on hold and like pick up R/C drifting &lt;font size="1"&gt;heck, its cheaper anyway and its as close as i can get to driving a car&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;geryll brought me to this R/C shop in town yesterday and it was kind of small &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. but i already saw what i wanted in their display from outside &lt;font size="1"&gt;well, 2 actually&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;there was a Nissan Silvia replica on a TT-01 chassis and a Rally Suzuki Swift replica on an M chassis. both cost the same $150, basic price. but they raced up to $300 with the controller and battery add-ons. oh yeah, i forgot to mention that they run on &lt;i&gt;batterties&lt;/i&gt;, not kerosene &lt;font size="1"&gt;kerosene's kind of like to kick-ass for me, since i'm new&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;talked with my parents and it kind of went good, better than their reaction to the Kona bike&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to start drifting man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Poodle Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glLjmPRND2E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glLjmPRND2E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roses are red, Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Honey is sweet, so are you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115863663659901641?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115863663659901641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115863663659901641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115863663659901641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115863663659901641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/havent-been-blogging-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115842051176334856</id><published>2006-09-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:28:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a killer neck-ache and staying at home all the time sucks &lt;font size="1"&gt;where's your friends when you need 'em most?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE CHIODOS! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gxcj-SYfj4o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gxcj-SYfj4o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ignoring what we felt&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking what we've done&lt;br /&gt;No awkward silences&lt;br /&gt;No hiding any truths&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115842051176334856?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115842051176334856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115842051176334856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115842051176334856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115842051176334856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-got-killer-neck-ache-and-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115812142229813225</id><published>2006-09-13T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:32:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there, sorry for neglecting my blog for some time, didn't really have the mood to blog. &lt;br /&gt;you know what i think?&lt;br /&gt;i think that blogging should be done on a driven basis. as in, the blogger blogs only when he/she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't really have the mood to blog right now. i'll blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm back and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of hate the holidays, i think they're over-rated. okay, maybe not really over-rated. the thing is, holidays are &lt;b&gt;uber boring&lt;/b&gt; when you've got &lt;b&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/b&gt; to do. &lt;font size="1"&gt;where's andy lee when you need him? and bee-yotch, i am &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; into your &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my son, my laptop is on fire. hold on, lemme switch "on" the aircon...&lt;br /&gt;okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;WAH FUCK, the people upstairs are renovating &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. i swear, its damn irritating. speaking of which, they've been irritating since the 1st day they moved in; the dude who sleeps in the room above mine smokes and the ashes drop on my window sill which in turn gets me into trouble &lt;font size="1"&gt;nigga&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;another thing, they've got this incense burning which &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;STINKS WORSE THAN HELL&lt;/font&gt;, i swear!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they almost stole my cat from me. see &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;i&gt;kaninah...&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;its not really that bad &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, since i've got cable tv. star movies has got these movies that kick ass. but then, there're those really corny movies which are really stupid. you can tell they've been directed and praised by &lt;i&gt;patriotic rednecks&lt;/i&gt;. i &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; these kind of people, they're damn bloody stupid &lt;font size="1"&gt;emphasis on stupid please&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;heck, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;the holidays aren't that bad when i've got something to do. namely, hanging out with friends &lt;font size="1"&gt;hell, better than staying at home doing nothing other than listening to my parents nag&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but what would make my holiday a real holiday &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;IS FOR THAT FUCKING BITCH TO QUIT DRILLING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. oh my son, damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;okay, what would really make it sweet if for my ma to get me that Kona mountain bike and a Nintendo DS Lite that i've always wanted &lt;font size="1"&gt;no liz, i'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; gonna save up for it&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've been planning to give my room a makeover for some time and the only thing that's been accomplished is the new paint job. now al that's left is &lt;b&gt;new furniture&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and just when the timing is right, IKEA sent us their 2007 catalogue. now i can commence my planning. and i've beem flipping through the pages like a maniac, EVERYTHING in the catalogue looks gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my room's makeover is gonna revolve around the Black, Grey and White colour scheme. NO MORE WOOD FINISHES, ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna get rid of my old furniture, looks damn &lt;i&gt;gh3y&lt;/i&gt;, and replace them with NEW IKEA FURNITURE.&lt;br /&gt;here's what i &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to complete this makeover;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOLSTA sofa-bed, $199&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;sofa-beds are damn cool, they're a sofa in the day and a bed in the night. a place the hang, slack and sleep. how convenient :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOLMEN storage system, $519&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;this storage system is more like an exposed cupboard with drawers, shoe rack and clothes rail. but this isn't complete, i need add-ons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOLMEN post, $55&lt;br /&gt;STOLMEN clothes rail, $6&lt;br /&gt;STOLMEN mounting fittings (6), $12&lt;br /&gt;STOLMEN shelf (3), $45&lt;br /&gt;KASSETT box, $25&lt;br /&gt;SLUGIS box (3), $12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GALANT desk, $199&lt;br /&gt;STEFANO swivel chair, $35&lt;br /&gt;MORKER work lamp, $5.90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the moment of truth, the total adds up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$1112.90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;oh my, this will take some time to save up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, good news, i finally registered myself for them French classes. school's gonna be a blast now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 THINGS/PERSON I WANT HERE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;i&gt;That-special-someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Moolah&lt;br /&gt;3)Kway Teow Goreng&lt;br /&gt;4)BEN&amp;JERRY'S Magic Brownies&lt;br /&gt;5)Mummy to be back to her old self&lt;br /&gt;6)Grow at least a forehead taller than she-knows-who &lt;br /&gt;7)Final episode of The Triangle&lt;br /&gt;8)District-13 DVD&lt;br /&gt;9)My 1st Albert&lt;br /&gt;10)I wanna make-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 THINGS/PERSONS I WANT IN FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Speak French so well, that I can curse &amp; swear&lt;br /&gt;2)Room makeover&lt;br /&gt;3)Whites-free head&lt;br /&gt;4)A Girlfriend-cum-Wife&lt;br /&gt;5)New threads&lt;br /&gt;6)iPod Hi-Fi&lt;br /&gt;7)Visit/stay in France&lt;br /&gt;8)Near-buff body&lt;br /&gt;9)Class 2&amp;3 driver's license&lt;br /&gt;10)My own ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 THINGS/PERSON I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;2)Family&lt;br /&gt;3)Friends&lt;br /&gt;4)Food&lt;br /&gt;5)Music&lt;br /&gt;6)Good movies&lt;br /&gt;7)Soft drinks&lt;br /&gt;8)Green&lt;br /&gt;9)Racing&lt;br /&gt;10)Being outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 BLOGS I ALWAYS READ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Kai&lt;br /&gt;2)Nat&lt;br /&gt;3)Wei&lt;br /&gt;4)Becks&lt;br /&gt;5)Brenda&lt;br /&gt;6)Karen&lt;br /&gt;7)Amanda Chan&lt;br /&gt;8)Jiahui&lt;br /&gt;9)Zhiting&lt;br /&gt;10)Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 PERSON I WANT TO SEE DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Nat&lt;br /&gt;2)Amanda Chan&lt;br /&gt;3)Brenda&lt;br /&gt;4)Wei&lt;br /&gt;5)Vinod&lt;br /&gt;6)Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;7)Jiahui&lt;br /&gt;8)Zhiting&lt;br /&gt;9)Wendy&lt;br /&gt;10)Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back in school they never taught us &lt;br /&gt;what we needed to know &lt;br /&gt;Like how to deal with despair &lt;br /&gt;or someone breakin your heart &lt;br /&gt;For twelve years I've held it all together &lt;br /&gt;but a night like this is beggin to pull me apart &lt;br /&gt;I remember I kept thinking &lt;br /&gt;that I know you never would &lt;br /&gt;And now I know I want to kill you &lt;br /&gt;like only a best friend could &lt;br /&gt;As if it happening wasn't enough &lt;br /&gt;I got to go and write a song &lt;br /&gt;just to remind myself how bad it sucked &lt;br /&gt;Ignore the sun, covers over my head &lt;br /&gt;Wrote a message on my pillow that says &lt;br /&gt;"Jesse, stay asleep in bed"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115812142229813225?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115812142229813225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115812142229813225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115812142229813225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115812142229813225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-there-sorry-for-neglecting-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115777343428780324</id><published>2006-09-09T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T11:48:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there, sorry for not blogging whole-heartedly as of late &lt;font size="1"&gt;sorry &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, no mood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today...&lt;br /&gt;went over to school in the morning to register for French 101 classes, but fucked up &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. the registration process is &lt;u&gt;fucking complicated&lt;/u&gt;, i seriously hate it. and i still have yet to register for it. this is really irritating, i seriously want to learn French. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRENCH IS HOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i swear. imagine, hooking up a girl using French. but not every single girl will melt at the mere mention of the sweet, sweet language. not everyone is refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, saw the competiton cyclists preparing for SACA &lt;font size="1"&gt;lucky bastards&lt;/font&gt;. i fucking wanna participate &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, but my mom still refuses to get me a bike. heck, the moment she saw them preparing, i act sulk abit to make her feel guilty &lt;font size="1"&gt;she best be feeling guilty, dipshit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have big plans in cycling. and everytime i see a real cyclist cycle past, i'd oggle and get all &lt;i&gt;jea-lust&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;i get an erection at the thought of cycling&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like talking about what's going on in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;since i want to, i'd like to express my hate for a certain car manufacturer &lt;font size="1"&gt;hint, hint! its KOREAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence to koreans, i just hate that manufacturer, not koreans.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as though every car that they've made should be pelted endlessly with bird poo along with those who drive them as well. it'd be better if it was pigeon poo, poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough blogging for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did everything, you did to me, to you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm out of ammunition&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take these words and fire them into your chest&lt;br /&gt;Find a new place for them to rest&lt;br /&gt;Sieze up your insides, tearing your flesh&lt;br /&gt;Open up and let them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write your name across the wall&lt;br /&gt;With all the blood that spills from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break my limbs and strech my skin&lt;br /&gt;Until my hands can&lt;br /&gt;reach across the floor&lt;br /&gt;Feel for this pile of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;I'll hand you the sharpest one&lt;br /&gt;To place it right in my back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115777343428780324?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115777343428780324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115777343428780324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115777343428780324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115777343428780324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-there-sorry-for-not-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115772030922992192</id><published>2006-09-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:59:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, a really quick recap of what happened recently (starting from the least most recent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to catch Little Man with dee and becks, the movie's &lt;b&gt;damn funny&lt;/b&gt;, y'all should check it out. and for those who can't, please don't sneak in to cinemas, get the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ORIGINAL DVD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;or kai'd call you a "Pirate Of The Carribean"&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat...&lt;br /&gt;i got pissed for some reason today, shall not blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool with din and got pissed by twits.&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with kai instead of dee and becks &lt;font size="1"&gt;sorry for ditching you guys aye&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;Atreyu - Lip Gloss &amp; Black&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUmc0-aWvAI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUmc0-aWvAI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this dream, we die&lt;br /&gt;With this blood&lt;br /&gt;And this knife&lt;br /&gt;In our dreams, we die&lt;br /&gt;With this blood&lt;br /&gt;This nightmare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115772030922992192?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115772030922992192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115772030922992192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115772030922992192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115772030922992192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-really-quick-recap-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115755575478072544</id><published>2006-09-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:15:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not blogging, didn't really have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight up trippin, nothing major happened.&lt;br /&gt;plans to go swimming faltered thanks to the rain and our reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go out today, but &lt;b&gt;NOBODY&lt;/b&gt; was available to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;but heck, last night was a blast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of dread this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;its not the same as most of my friends and nobody has time to go out, which kind of ruins my mood. and when their holidays begin, mine ends &lt;font size="1"&gt;fuck la&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;heck, gonna get me into an SAF scholarship and enroll myself into a French-language class when school begins &lt;font size="1"&gt;shiok&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lionel was blog-hopping and found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good bras are&lt;br /&gt;hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;supportive,&lt;br /&gt;they never let you down,&lt;br /&gt;they always hold you up when you are down or leave you hanging,&lt;br /&gt;they make you look better,&lt;br /&gt;and are always close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;the "you in these cases" are up to you to determine what they are,&lt;br /&gt;be it yourself,&lt;br /&gt;or your two precious dingalingdings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superfly 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lWiJ2E9f9Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lWiJ2E9f9Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting in our dreamy days by the water's edge,&lt;br /&gt;On a cool summer's night.&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies and the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Gentle glowing light,&lt;br /&gt;From your cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze blowing softly on my face,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of something else.&lt;br /&gt;Something that in my memory has been misplaced,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it all comes back.&lt;br /&gt;And as I look to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you knew that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we'd stay up late playing cards,&lt;br /&gt;Henri Winterman Cigars.&lt;br /&gt;Though she never told me her name,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, Girl From Mars.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115755575478072544?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115755575478072544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115755575478072544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115755575478072544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115755575478072544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-for-not-blogging-didnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115724470390663251</id><published>2006-09-03T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:04:23.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo, i know i haven't been updating regularly as of late. i've been really lazy and it was my birthday yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, t'was my birthday yesterday and it was kind of a &lt;i&gt;bittersweetthenbacktobitter kind of thing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;first, &lt;b&gt;my parents &lt;u&gt;totally forgot about it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. one good example is my dad. this is what he said, "munir, is it your birthday today? oh my, sorry, i totally forgot." &lt;font size="1"&gt;s.o.b&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the first thing my mom said to me was, "munir, i disallow you from going out on weekends from now on." &lt;font size="1"&gt;faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaq orff&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only sweet thing that happened from my family was that my sister hugged and sang me "happy birthday". i don't consider the $30 from my mom "sweet" at all, i want a Nintendo DS Lite &lt;font size="1"&gt;someone buy me that, pretty please&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough about my whining. yesterday, i was totally flooded with testimonials and texts wishing me "happy birthday" from 12am &lt;font size="1"&gt;thanks everyone, just what i always wanted :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday wishes at 12am itself already shows that some people care and itsef makes me happy and someone sent me an advanced birthday wish &lt;font size="1"&gt;she's having her O's, stupid KS-lover&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy advanced birthday in 53 minutes! Hope you find your girlfriend with sexy FAT thighs and fats all over her tummy!" &lt;font size="1"&gt;sounds like YOU, doesn't it? (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on in the day, kai, carrot, shumei and sally threw a small party for me &lt;font size="1"&gt;t'was really thoughtful of you guys, you know i love you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had it somewhere near my place and carrot's since i had religious class later &lt;font size="1"&gt;religious class on my birthday know, unheard of. and i had to vacuum the house as well, bloody hell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. the party was really cool, i had my first trick candles &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;salap&lt;/i&gt;, boon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got showered in baby powder and shared it with the rest :D&lt;br /&gt;i've got the pics, click on them to enlarge and i'm only gonna upload the ones that kai and i appear in since the girls were doing 90% of the photobooth-whoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/02-09-06_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/02-09-06_1808.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;my birthday cake&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/02-09-06_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/02-09-06_1817.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;sharing some of the love with carrot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;baby powder blast&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Photo%2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/Photo%2093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, there's too many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my birthday pretty much rocked from 6-7pm&lt;br /&gt;thanks y'all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to blog about something that happened on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, my dad found this &lt;i&gt;superirresistablyhot&lt;/i&gt; girl sleeping outside our house. i thought she was a mannequin at first 'till my dad called the police. the minute i came out of the shower, i heard her crying, i was totally puzzled. what the fuck was going on? okay, lemme tell you how she was dressed. she was wearing black spaghetti straps plus short denim shorts, i know, droolfest. and she's of legal age, i saw her IC but i forgot the details. i think she got wasted the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've got a thing for TalkingCock In Parliament videos, they're really funny. lemme quote one from Hossan Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sang Nila Utama&lt;br /&gt;saw a lion, &lt;i&gt;alamak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the village Singapura&lt;br /&gt;then run very far&lt;br /&gt;Years later, &lt;i&gt;ang mor&lt;/i&gt; came&lt;br /&gt;Stamford Raffles was his name&lt;br /&gt;Posed for statues very nice&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;i&gt;kenna&lt;/i&gt; colonize&lt;br /&gt;Singapura very stong&lt;br /&gt;big guns, all pointing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Japanese, came on bikes&lt;br /&gt;invade us from our backside&lt;br /&gt;War is over, &lt;i&gt;amg mor&lt;/i&gt; back&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans no respect&lt;br /&gt;Commies come, make a fuss&lt;br /&gt;Singapore independance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;its not perfect living but at least its interesting&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;thought its kind of crazy&lt;br /&gt;we win other country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Marshall, Lim Yew Hock&lt;br /&gt;National Anthem starts to rock&lt;br /&gt;Yusof Ishak, the big man&lt;br /&gt;guess who's PM?&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia say, come join me&lt;br /&gt;Two of us be same country&lt;br /&gt;Then not happy&lt;br /&gt;Then make PM cry&lt;br /&gt;PM Lee lead country&lt;br /&gt;Build Jurong and HDB&lt;br /&gt;Make the country clean and green&lt;br /&gt;opposition cannot win&lt;br /&gt;JB Jeya no more funds&lt;br /&gt;Chee Soon Juan won't eat his buns&lt;br /&gt;Lim How Doong, what a goon&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk cock" in parliament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;its not perfect living but at least its interesting&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;thought its kind of crazy&lt;br /&gt;we win other country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick out from Malaysia Cup&lt;br /&gt;Michael Faye pain in the butt&lt;br /&gt;S-League, Tea Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah Bengs&lt;/i&gt; love Modern Talking&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's Hello Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Everyone drink Bubble Tea&lt;br /&gt;Crushing-cockroach Margaret Chan&lt;br /&gt;James Lye is the VR Man&lt;br /&gt;Reclaimation, Tuas Causeway&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian water &lt;i&gt;buay ho sei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatir's friend, Datuk Anwar&lt;br /&gt;Mahatir says he's &lt;i&gt;Chaow Ah Quah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP, &lt;i&gt;aunties&lt;/i&gt; rush&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, it's fun to flush&lt;br /&gt;Bubble gums are all band&lt;br /&gt;ask your friend buy from Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;its not perfect living but at least its interesting&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;thought its kind of crazy&lt;br /&gt;we win other country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving car, not funny!&lt;br /&gt;bid on cars with C-O-E&lt;br /&gt;ERP, Road Tax&lt;br /&gt;PARF until i want to barf&lt;br /&gt;IR locals have to pay&lt;br /&gt;foreign talents are OK&lt;br /&gt;Housing estates upgrade by&lt;br /&gt;contractors who go &lt;i&gt;pok kai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMF must smile more&lt;br /&gt;Want to protest go indoor&lt;br /&gt;LRT, not so fast&lt;br /&gt;NEWater they laugh at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;its not perfect living but at least its interesting&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;thought its kind of crazy&lt;br /&gt;we win other country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bonus, maid levy&lt;br /&gt;SingTel Shares give out for free&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Pastor Ho Yeow Sun&lt;br /&gt;Beckham parties with models&lt;br /&gt;Has affair but no one knows&lt;br /&gt;S-League, go World Cup&lt;br /&gt;Can come true, if they don't suck&lt;br /&gt;Mahatir then Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;Bar top dancing at the bars&lt;br /&gt;Budget airlines start to &lt;i&gt;pak&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Stop speaking Singlish &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay is OK, say PM&lt;br /&gt;SM Lee go be MM&lt;br /&gt;PM Lee, the same name&lt;br /&gt;Here we go all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;its not perfect living but at least its interesting&lt;br /&gt;I live in Singapura&lt;br /&gt;thought its kind of crazy&lt;br /&gt;we win other country!&lt;br /&gt;WE LIVE IN SINGAPURA!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, shiok. this has been a really fun post. and i've been really fond of one particular song as of late, here's the music video of it, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV0jcXtESZc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV0jcXtESZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, that song's got a whole lot of meaning&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, it's September the 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, that's a wrap (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When your only friends are hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;Hands are distant lullabies&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn around I would tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These roads never seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone&lt;br /&gt;Will daybreak ever come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115724470390663251?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.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-24582345.post-115695497830329200</id><published>2006-08-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:03:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please ignore what this post looked like before, kai &lt;i&gt;loots&lt;/i&gt; took advantage of my faulty memory and posted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, what happened yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday (Wednesday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym with lionel in the morning, was kind of unwilling to do stuff as it was my 2nd time going to the gym. and the people there are kind of buff. speaking of people there, there were a few people that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;person 1: he was there the first time i came, he hangs at the weight-lifting section of the gym and he wears a jumper when its not even cold. &lt;b&gt;NONE&lt;/b&gt; of the other weight-lifters wear jumpers. i think he's just a phony, acting as though he's got guns. when in fact, he's just a walking-talking tub-o-lard.&lt;br /&gt;person 2: this dude's a fucking gh3y &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;, kept singing along to the songs they were playing on the radio. it was &lt;b&gt;DAMN IRRITATING&lt;/b&gt;. he and his homo-pal tried to compete with lionel and i. but the minute i stepped onto the treadmill, he left us alone &lt;font size="1"&gt;i run a lot (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really do much, been a long time since i last did weights and i didn't want to strain myself.&lt;br /&gt;worked out for only an hour and we left the place, arms aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on in the day, went to meet kai for his pool treat that i owed him. and boy, did i &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt;. was pretty off that day. i haven't been myself as of late &lt;font size="1"&gt;shall blog about this later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, went over to peace center to play.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't break the balls, the cue kept popping off the skin between my thumb and index finger for some reason and i couldn't even pocket simple shots &lt;font size="1"&gt;not even 1 know!&lt;/font&gt;. heck, still had fun singing along to the backstreet boys there anyway. and when i say backstreet boys, i mean the old-skool backstreet boys. i feel that they were better back then than they are now.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the weather was horrible, it kept on raining and it wouldn't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pool, we ran over to Long John Silver's which wasn't that far away. but i still got wet. the lucky french bread &lt;font size="1"&gt;batard&lt;/font&gt; had a file to cover himself. we saw the 2 models on the new LJS meals and i told him that i knew them, eventhough i couldn't see their faces. and i have proof!&lt;br /&gt;hold on a minute, lemme look for their friendster profiles...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendster.com/4963222 this is jamie, the one on the right of the ad&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i cannot find janice's account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to kai's place to play Dead Rising. the game's really damn &lt;i&gt;shiok&lt;/i&gt; to play &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;, but we had problems getting the bloody console to load the disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today (Thursday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to SengKang SengKang for teacher's day. nothing much happened during the celebration concert &lt;font size="1"&gt;was it even a concert?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight was when we got to meet our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;the first teacher i met was Mrs Krishnan. wah, i love that woman, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;she's the best teacher &lt;font size="5"&gt;ever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to hug me, but i was freaking shy. i mean, i never hugged another woman except for my maaaaaaaa, my sister and my &lt;i&gt;asofthen&lt;/i&gt;-current gf.&lt;br /&gt;she said i looked like the beetles &lt;font size="1"&gt;shiok, better than paul 2hill&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog &lt;i&gt;tumoh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was last night, on the midnight train back home&lt;br /&gt;I ran into this one, yet unfamiliar tone&lt;br /&gt;I know, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;It was last night, I knew I should have known&lt;br /&gt;Chaos, Our busy minds asleep&lt;br /&gt;We drudge across the land&lt;br /&gt;Is this the coming end of our monarchy? &lt;br /&gt;Harmless, we meet increased demands&lt;br /&gt;Is this the life we all had in our dreams, our eternal nightmare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115695497830329200?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.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-24582345.post-115689622387519781</id><published>2006-08-30T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:10:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good &lt;b&gt;early&lt;/b&gt; morning &lt;font size="1"&gt;oh my son, it is really early&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as how sweet it would be for me to sleep right now, i can't. i've got gym with lionel and his friend later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, pool with kai.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, i'm gonna crash his place for &lt;b&gt;DEAD RISING&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna go brush my teeth now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;eh, the time's &lt;b&gt;7:47&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its a violent pornagraphy &lt;br /&gt;Choking chicks and sodomy &lt;br /&gt;The kind of shit you get on your TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with me &lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with you &lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with me &lt;br /&gt;I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish &lt;br /&gt;When we're crying for our next fix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking out &lt;br /&gt;I'm on the radio with Danny And Lisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115689622387519781?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115689622387519781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115689622387519781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115689622387519781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115689622387519781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-early-morning-oh-my-son-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115682689386862385</id><published>2006-08-29T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:43:46.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mornings are boring, yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;especially when the first thing you do when you wake up is to bathe and fetch your sister from school when its freaking hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;and i did just that. it was fucking hot that i could fill up a toilet bowl with my perspiration.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i bet my sister feigned sickness &lt;font size="1"&gt;she's playing Sims2 as i'm typing this down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying bastard. she's using my patented techniques!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my dad's at home. he'll lecture me on "discipline". &lt;b&gt;FUCK LA! ITS THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;bitch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need wax, my hair needs styling.&lt;br /&gt;i want my apple pie/strudel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i end this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Single, Taken, or Crushing?&lt;br /&gt;i'd say crushed and crushing&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you happy with where you are?&lt;br /&gt;kind of, i guess&lt;br /&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i will &lt;font size="1"&gt;did&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i wanna play Battle Gear 4 now&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;cheating's never acceptible &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, losers cheat &lt;font size="1"&gt;and i'm a loser =x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;nawh, never-ever&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you talked about marriage with another?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;talked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; not planned&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;yes, a boy and a girl, twins&lt;br /&gt;9) How many?&lt;br /&gt;like i said, 2&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i guess, perhaps, i think, should i?&lt;br /&gt;11) If somebody liked you right now, what do you think a cool way to let you know would be?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;leaving little hints here and there, then fooling me into believing that she likes someone else then confessing&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you enjoy playing hard to get?&lt;br /&gt;i don't play hard-to-get&lt;br /&gt;13) Be honest, do you play the "game" when you are dating?&lt;br /&gt;huh, there's a game to play?!&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i do&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think that i am&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not now, or forever, will I ever change you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, Heroine. i guess i can&lt;br /&gt;17) If you could get married anywhere, money not an object, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;bitch, cars are &lt;u&gt;not gay&lt;/u&gt; wei.&lt;br /&gt;i'd say in venice. i'd invite really close friends and family. and ride around in a gondola&lt;br /&gt;sweet...&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but i try to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, kind of&lt;br /&gt;20) Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, yeah. this one girl...&lt;br /&gt;21) Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;nawh, doubt so&lt;br /&gt;23) Would you ever fight somebody over your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei and i were talking on msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto says:&lt;br /&gt;the best job ever is to be a cook in macdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next guy you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto says:&lt;br /&gt;yes lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next guy you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips. says:&lt;br /&gt;$4/hour&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto says:&lt;br /&gt;everybody like shouting you the order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next guy you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips. says:&lt;br /&gt;almost $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto says:&lt;br /&gt;then you just shout back "shut up lah chee bye"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;really meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next guy you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;the pay's THAT LOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;begger earn more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next guy you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;i should blog this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smiles and her laughter &lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that I've been waiting for a time&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of our distance and our hope, grows greater &lt;br /&gt;Trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's something worth the waiting &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's the only time that I ever feel real &lt;br /&gt;Thunder storms could never stop me &lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's no one in the world like ______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's simple yet confusing &lt;br /&gt;Her sparkling eyes make me weak at my words, they tremble &lt;br /&gt;Days seem like years in this month of December &lt;br /&gt;The winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep &lt;br /&gt;And never will I give up trying 'cause you're everything to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115682689386862385?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115682689386862385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115682689386862385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115682689386862385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115682689386862385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/mornings-are-boring-yes-they-are.html' 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paracetamol my aunt gave me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kids there are fucking irritating, kept blocking my way. fuck &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, boring. i don't feel like blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shii luhves maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeee&lt;br /&gt;Sheeh loves meeh nooooooooooooooooooooooot&lt;br /&gt;Mah luhve was mah deee-caaaaaayeeee&lt;br /&gt;Shii luhves maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeee&lt;br /&gt;Heeh repheatudd to heemsehlf, ohvur and ohvur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;she loves ks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115677318364783981?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115677318364783981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>good afternoon, sunny day on a sunday afternoon. and i'm blogging at an unsual time, since its either i blog late at night to recap my day or early in the morning to recap my previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what happened so far...&lt;br /&gt;i washed the toilet &lt;font size="1"&gt;yes, i wash the toilets at home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet both kai and wei are gonna tease me of being a &lt;i&gt;toilet cleaner&lt;/i&gt;. but then again, since i mentioned this, they're gonna act innocent. &lt;b&gt;standard!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;heck, i don't mind a little teasing (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it beats my previous job anyway. my pay's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;much better&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. my mom "pays" me $10 per day for this shit, which is &lt;b&gt;really good&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. its like $50 for 2 hours of easy labour, that's like $25 per hour man! beat that!&lt;br /&gt;and toilet cleaning isn't as bad as it seems &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. all you have to do is to scrub stuff till it looks clean &lt;font size="1"&gt;not hard at all, right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no licking required! (:&lt;br /&gt;and the only reason why i started washing the toilet is because my mom's stopped washing it and is forcing me to do it instead.&lt;br /&gt;you know, someone's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;manager&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; now and she can't do &lt;i&gt;dirty work&lt;/i&gt; anymore&lt;br /&gt;heck, i'm getting paid man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now for my day's forecast.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to attend a wedding later, gonna meet qila and all.&lt;br /&gt;religious class &lt;font size="1"&gt;boring shit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad's working tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;sweet, i love it when my dad has to work. he's kind of a total drag&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight aight, i is be back from the wedding. it was damn boring, if i may add. didn't have anything to do &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;. qila was like giving out chocolates, too busy to entertain me. and i had a headache. then my aunt gave me this certain brand of paracetamol, which i can't recall, which is kind of making me feel weak at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever poisons in this bottle &lt;br /&gt;Will leave me broken, sore and stiff &lt;br /&gt;But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at &lt;br /&gt;He owes me one last wish &lt;br /&gt;So here's a present to let you know I still exist &lt;br /&gt;I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've got a plan &lt;br /&gt;To drink for forty days and forty nights &lt;br /&gt;A sip for every second-hand tick &lt;br /&gt;And every time you fed the line&lt;br /&gt;"You mean so much to me"&lt;br /&gt;I'm without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if her plane crashes tonight &lt;br /&gt;She'll find some way to disappoint me &lt;br /&gt;By not burning in the wreckage &lt;br /&gt;Nor drowning at the bottom of the sea &lt;br /&gt;Woman, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you &lt;br /&gt;And all this empty space that you create &lt;br /&gt;Does nothing for my flawless sense of style &lt;br /&gt;It's 8:45, the weather is getting better by the hour &lt;br /&gt;I hope it rains there all the time &lt;br /&gt;And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied &lt;br /&gt;I'm without you&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't apologise&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choke and die&lt;br /&gt;And think of me when you forget to buckle your seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;And again when your head goes flying through the windshield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115665385871768308?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.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-24582345.post-115657591807516345</id><published>2006-08-26T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:11:42.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bitch, i got fired yesterday&lt;br /&gt;bitch, whore, hoe, palmtree, sentosa&lt;br /&gt;fucking for no good reason as well, "used handphone too much." lying bastard. they fired me behind my back as well, which further proves that they didn't have a valid excuse to fire me.&lt;br /&gt;heck, got to meet someone new anyway. but i forgot her name. she's kind of pretty &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;, i'm waiting for lay peng to help me ask for her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, enough of work. on to the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;went to find kai after settling my shit, went to play pool to calm down. i kind of sucked, but heck, i won 4-1. kai was fucking unlucky and i was super unluckily lucky &lt;font size="0"&gt;if only that makes sense...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to his place for awhile, he downloaded this demo for his 360, Dead Rising i think. its damn fun, you've got to fight these zombies with anything you can pick up. its daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn nice and a good stress-reliever. shit &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, once sexy kat finds me a job, i'm gonna work hardcore overtime and get me the stuff in the following list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;-3 Movie Litographs&lt;br /&gt;-Braces&lt;br /&gt;-Contact Lenses&lt;br /&gt;-Kona Roast&lt;br /&gt;-Clothes&lt;br /&gt;-Sofa Bed&lt;br /&gt;-New Closet&lt;br /&gt;-Handheld Console&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kai's mom got chocolates for my family, i've yet to try them. i bet its gonna taste good &lt;font size="0"&gt;standard, anything overseas will taste damn nice to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for yesterday, nothing's gonna happen today. &lt;b&gt;CONFIRM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heart of an eagle&lt;br /&gt;He flies through the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Into a new world and finds the sun&lt;br /&gt;Spreading his wings&lt;br /&gt;Above all the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;The glory of Eagleheart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115657591807516345?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115657591807516345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115657591807516345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115657591807516345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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swimming with andy at 1100 in the morning. and as predicted, i made a fool of myself &lt;font size="0"&gt;heck, haven't been swimming for 1 year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept bolting towards the sides of the pool whenever i had a panic-attack. i think i lost my swimming form, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after, we headed over to hougang mall for brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;one can never escape starvation after swimming, standard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we saw &lt;i&gt;dgoh&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;dgoh has a girlfriend!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the liar denied that she is/was &lt;font size="0"&gt;heck! eyedontcare, she is his gf&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we like ran into qingwen and salina and went over to the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;SALINA IVAN, YOU OWE ME $1.20, SENTOSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qingwen then had the mood to play pool, andy and i agreed and we met up later after showering at home.&lt;br /&gt;but before playing pool, i had the sudden urge to play BattleGear4. its fucking fun to play, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than that &lt;i&gt;ahbeng&lt;/i&gt;, zero-physics game, InitialD.&lt;br /&gt;battle gear has like super-realistic physics, which i can't get over.&lt;br /&gt;and while we played, andy and qingwen kept using the same car model. and i kept on losing to them, i bet they ganged-up against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played pool after that, i pretty much sucked &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner after that, i lost even more money.&lt;br /&gt;we went home, my mom nagged at me.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's tuesday wrapped up for you.&lt;br /&gt;on to wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much during the day, the only time that i left home was at night and it was for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;caroline planned to go to the &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; nearby.&lt;br /&gt;heck, being hungry and in desperate need of &lt;i&gt;ramly burgers&lt;/i&gt;, i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;but the whole thing was ruined thanks to some filthy &lt;i&gt;bengsandlians&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;FUCKERS! FUCKING RUINED MY NIGHT KNOW! I FUCKING STARVED THE WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT WITH A FUCKING GROWLING STOMACHE! I FUCKING DON'T LIKE TO SLEEP WITH A FUCKING GROWLING FUCKING STOMACHE! WHORES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's my bummerful wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today, Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, the band.&lt;br /&gt;planned to go swimming with andy again but my consultant, Kat, called me up telling me that she found me a job over at SGH which pays really good &lt;font size="0"&gt;heck, government body, what to expect&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, met my colleagues. Lay Peng, also studying in Ngee Ann. Gin, 25. the rest are aunties and one's a nerd who i dislike a little.&lt;br /&gt;oh, Kat's &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaaamn&lt;/i&gt; hot btw. i don't mind sending my timeslots to her personally (:&lt;br /&gt;first day at work, didn't really have much to do as there wasn't a workstation prepad for us and we had to share 1 laptop. laypeng, gin and i completed one page of work and we left to meet  our respective consultants.&lt;br /&gt;i met andy for dinner and bg4 soon after and now i'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;heck &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, some events were left out. damn tired and lazy to blog about it&lt;br /&gt;speaking of job, i'm working OT till this sunday. my job's from 0830-2100, super-fucking OT. but like i said, the pay's good.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i had a haircut and my hair's only slightly shorter. and my mom made noise about it, my dad will follow suite if he sees me &lt;i&gt;tumoh&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;if&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; he sees me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something she left in me remains imperfect,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, proceeded to it's banishment&lt;br /&gt;The blame may hang upon your chest&lt;br /&gt;I know, all hearts dance with comforts&lt;br /&gt;And the wounds I bear will not live in vain&lt;br /&gt;I know hearts dance comforts&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled when I saw your intention&lt;br /&gt;I screamed "from my eyes flow compassion for you!"&lt;br /&gt;Hoping words could,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping words could move you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115643007664268225?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115643007664268225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her heart belongs to another&lt;br /&gt;So I let her off to yonder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115634865649756424?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115634865649756424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115634865649756424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115634865649756424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115634865649756424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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anyway. bottom line, i just don't wanna flunk and retake that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, i is be blogging later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drop me from the sky&lt;br /&gt;For my heart yearns to break down and cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm back and feeling way better. as you could/couldn't tell, i was really bummed just now. &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; happened, but heck, its long over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lest do stuff in chronological order. &lt;font size="0"&gt;this is sooooooooo gonna sound like some primary-school-type essay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up extra early in hope that i'd have time to revise my ELTECH shit, but it kind of was in vain, i didn't have the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;heck &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, i hate this fucking modulle. forgive me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND NOW, ON TO SCHOOL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i waited for &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt; for the bus. this is one thing i hate about bus service 62, it fucking takes forever. but i noticed something, this is only true for the busses that leave the punggol station. the other side is quicker than lightning &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;screwedinmanyperspectivesservice&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the worse was yet to come, the bus was freaking full and i had srs student waiting at the same stop as i was. heck, i decided to be &lt;i&gt;singaporean&lt;/i&gt; a bit, i rushed up to the bus first. and the first thing i notice was that there was a big gap in the middle of the bus, where the door is. as in that portion aisle was empty and the people didn't even bother to close the fucking gap &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;singaporeans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to school, i tried my best to cramp every single thing that's a must-know into my puny head which has pretty good photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;okay, we arrived school right on time for the exam. it was kind of okay, but i still had my insecurities. and this &lt;b&gt;indian&lt;/b&gt; guy i hate, he was sleeping through the minimum 1-hour time-span that we had to be in the exam room &lt;font size="0"&gt;the fucker best be retaking the modulle, let the moron burn in electric flames&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this caucasian lecturer there, his slang is daaaaaaaaaaaaamn nice. i wish i had his slang, heck, no. i'm gonna be all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, i followed andy over to meet his bowling friends and for lunch and a round of bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;is it me or does that sentence sound weird?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first met &lt;i&gt;a l&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;i&gt;eyeforgotwhere&lt;/i&gt;. there, i got me my latest issue of HotStuff &lt;font size="0"&gt;but i still missed the previous issue, shouldn't have hesitated to buy it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me i should've got FHM as well, linda liao's the cover girl. &lt;b&gt;DAMN HOT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, this month's issue of HotStuff is daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn cool. its like 1 whole issue dedicated to drifting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;but the sad thing is, its kind of like a fad since Tokyo Drift came out. i was into drifting initially because of Initial D, but then changed interest to Best Motoring and D1 Grand Prix.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after that, we went bowling. heck, this is like the first time in my life that i ever went bowling. and i kind of sucked, my ball kept ricocheting to the gutters.&lt;br /&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, i was off to taka for my job interview. okay, not really a job interview &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, its for the recruitment agency&lt;br /&gt;one thing is, &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of their female employees are &lt;b&gt;DAMN HOT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean blistering, like the fiery gates of hell&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough, amanda will get mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is all for today, shall continue this entry &lt;i&gt;tumoh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back after a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;picking up from where i left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, after the sexy OLs part&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, tried to rush over to pasir ris to meet baby but i couldn't reach in time &lt;font size="0"&gt;bummer&lt;/font&gt;. baby, i'm sorry for being all last-minute, let's find some time to meet up aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hyaw, that was pretty much my day.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i'm gonna go swimming today (the 22nd)&lt;br /&gt;hope i don't look like a fool, been forever since i last swam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I was a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Would we still walk hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;If I suddenly went blind&lt;br /&gt;Would you still look in my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;What happens when I grow old?&lt;br /&gt;And all my stories have been told?&lt;br /&gt;Will your heart still race for me?&lt;br /&gt;Or will it march to a new beat?&lt;br /&gt;If I was a simple man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115615726413227298?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115615726413227298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115615726413227298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115615726413227298'/><link rel='self' 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there's just too much people making too much noise.&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;there was this really irritating girl who kept on squirming. and her squirm is those really &lt;b&gt;high voltage&lt;/b&gt; ones. high voltage meaning super high pitch and &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaamn&lt;/i&gt; high volume. i bet that's enough energy produced to power the whole of singapore for an entire year for just 3 seconds of her scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, no more for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;as for today, more studying. tomorrow's my last exam, &lt;b&gt;YES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna see the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna open the door&lt;br /&gt;And see her go&lt;br /&gt;One step and tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;Two steps and she's off with someone&lt;br /&gt;Three steps and it's all you know&lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone, she'll be gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-24582345.post-115586835546939446</id><published>2006-08-18T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:06:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aight aight, i'm up and still stoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;stoning is such a wonderful thing, oh the things you do under its influence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i did something stupid. after my routine of waking up and switching "on" the router, i headed straight for the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;and in this toilet of mine, i went to &lt;i&gt;poopoo&lt;/i&gt;. i instintively slipped down my shorts and boxers and dropped my fat, lazy ass right on the toilet &lt;b&gt;COVER&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;MY ASS HURT LIKE HELL, TERRIBLY. heck, still hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough laughing at me, i wanna study EG1 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, back from my exam. wasn't as bad as i thought it would be &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. think i can manage an "A" or so.&lt;br /&gt;so...yeah. i think that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel her smooth skin slightly&lt;br /&gt;Brush against the back side of my arm&lt;br /&gt;I need the song started over&lt;br /&gt;Your crying made me miss my favorite part&lt;br /&gt;I hear the exclaimation point&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are so there&lt;br /&gt;They're greener&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, the song is almost over&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hear you out but I dozed off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115586835546939446?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.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-24582345.post-115580778590899752</id><published>2006-08-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:43:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh, i don't think that i've got anything to blog about today &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that i hate the way my dad pronounces my name, its &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;UBER IRRITATING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;eeh-reh-teh-teh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i wanna take a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, aight. got a quiz to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10  things i have.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  the best friends one can have&lt;br /&gt;2.  a mom who just got a promo &lt;font size="0"&gt;PERFECT TIMING!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Brenda, my phone&lt;br /&gt;4.  Isabelle, my iPod&lt;br /&gt;5.  Shaybe, my laptop named by Becks&lt;br /&gt;6.  Albert, my beloved pillow&lt;br /&gt;7.  a sweet family, which sadly, including my sister&lt;br /&gt;8.  old-skool songs&lt;br /&gt;9.  a skinny body&lt;br /&gt;10. my own bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 places i've been.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;2. Baybeats&lt;br /&gt;3. LA, America&lt;br /&gt;4. Jakarta, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;5. Bali, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;6. Bintan, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;7. UAE&lt;br /&gt;8. Malaysia &lt;font size="0"&gt;amazing, no?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pulau Ubin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 good friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kai &lt;i&gt;Loots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weiwen&lt;br /&gt;3. Andy&lt;br /&gt;4. Becks&lt;br /&gt;5. Lionel&lt;br /&gt;6. Brenda &lt;br /&gt;7. Karen&lt;br /&gt;8. Qila &lt;font size="0"&gt;stupid 2nd cousin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 online good friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda &lt;i&gt;Ta-Da&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Kea&lt;br /&gt;3. Din&lt;br /&gt;4. Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;5. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;6. Chow&lt;br /&gt;7. Boon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 brands i like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Threadless&lt;br /&gt;2. newurbanmale&lt;br /&gt;3. Thor&lt;br /&gt;4. Levis&lt;br /&gt;5. Converse&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things i see now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shayne, my laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. my older computer&lt;br /&gt;3. Brenda, my phone&lt;br /&gt;4. Isabelle, my iPod&lt;br /&gt;5. Juvia EP, Our Lost Ties Are My Albies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 things i love most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Albert&lt;br /&gt;3. my maaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;4. Amanda (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 things i hate most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dust&lt;br /&gt;2. ash &lt;br /&gt;3. ugly shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 food i like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wanton noodles&lt;br /&gt;2. kway teow goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 sound i hear now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hootie &amp; The Blowfish - Let Her Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100 things about me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Munir&lt;br /&gt;2. Middle Name: Muneh&lt;br /&gt;3. Location: Singapore, Seng Kang &lt;br /&gt;4. Place of Birth: Singapore, Singapore General Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*question 5 went to the loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Male or Female: Male&lt;br /&gt;7. Bus: 62, 74, 119, 136, 163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*question 8 had the urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Occupation: Student&lt;br /&gt;10. Initials: M&lt;br /&gt;11. Screen Name: You and Me, Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Appearance:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color: Black &lt;font size="0"&gt;this is gonna change&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Hair Length: near-shoulder-length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*question 14 went to look for her girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Best Feature: i'm funny (:&lt;br /&gt;16. Height: 161, fine, i'm shorter than wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*question 17 had to wank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Glasses: yeah, 150 on both sides&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoe size: 9&lt;br /&gt;20. Weight: i think i'm near 50kg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Firsts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. First best friend: Omar, the malay cowboy&lt;br /&gt;23. First Award: Bronze for relay&lt;br /&gt;24. First Sport You Joined: Soccer&lt;br /&gt;29. Movie: Land Before Time&lt;br /&gt;30. TV Show: Barney And Friends&lt;br /&gt;42. Animal: Goldfish&lt;br /&gt;43. Book: The Chipmunks&lt;br /&gt;44. Magazine: Some mag on babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Doing before you started this survey: talking to amanda, wei, andy and kenneth&lt;br /&gt;46. Thinking: was stoning&lt;br /&gt;47. Wearing: my Skin Industries tee and Billabong board shorts&lt;br /&gt;48. Crying bout: wasn't&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating: durian&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening To: Hootie &amp; The Blowfish - Running From An Angel&lt;br /&gt;54. Thinking about: &lt;i&gt;eyewasthinkingaboutyoutoo&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;55. Wanting: to get a raise&lt;br /&gt;56. Watching: my laptop screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Where do you see yourself in 5 years: NS &lt;font size="0"&gt;booooooooooring&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Kids: 2&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to be Married: yuh huh, the the woman whom i truly love&lt;br /&gt;60. Career in Mind: Head Engineer of the Renault rally team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which is Better with the Opposite Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Hair color: Brunettes are hot&lt;br /&gt;64. Hair length: long / those really funky-short type&lt;br /&gt;65. Eye color: preferrably blue or green&lt;br /&gt;66. Measurements: 32, 26, 28&lt;br /&gt;67. Cute or sexy: cute&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or Eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or Kisses: huggs&lt;br /&gt;70. Short or Tall: right in between&lt;br /&gt;71. Easygoing or serious: both&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or Spontaneous: both, again&lt;br /&gt;73. Good or Bad: naughty and nice&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or spontaneous: both&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or Relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*76 went M.I.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: hesitant, better later than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a Stranger: nawh, still got my 1st kiss&lt;br /&gt;79. Had surgery: yeah, minor surgery on my toe&lt;br /&gt;80. Gone commando: don't think so&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran Away From Home: yeah, parents got on my nerves &lt;font size="0"&gt;old people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken a bone: yeah, my right arm&lt;br /&gt;83. Got an X-ray: yeah, once again, my right arm&lt;br /&gt;84. Been on a cruise: yeah, to Bintan&lt;br /&gt;85. Got a car accident: don't think so&lt;br /&gt;86. Dumped someone: nope, i got dumped all the way&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died: nope, kept it all inside&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried At School: uh, in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You Believe In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. God: partially&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: nawh, you get what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at First Sight: yeah&lt;br /&gt;92. Ghosts: sadly, yes&lt;br /&gt;93: Aliens: they came from the stars&lt;br /&gt;94. Soul Mates: yuh huh, everyone has that special someone&lt;br /&gt;95. Heaven: uh, that i'm not sure about&lt;br /&gt;96. Hell: i'm in it&lt;br /&gt;97. Answered prayers: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;98. Kissing on The First Date: uhh, don't know&lt;br /&gt;99. Horoscopes: definite no-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Is there someone you wish you had?: yow momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You and me, we come from different worlds&lt;br /&gt;You like to laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;When I look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're crazy and you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the Dolphins make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I been looking for a girl like you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, y'all best be reading wei's blog. fucking funny, i swear. dude &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; fails to make another laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;please, &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; believe everything he says. take everything with a pinch of salt / pepper. whichever you prefer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The drugs begin to peak&lt;br /&gt;A smile of joy arrives in me&lt;br /&gt;But sedation changes to panic and nausea&lt;br /&gt;And breath starts to shorten&lt;br /&gt;And heartbeats pound softer&lt;br /&gt;You won't try to save me&lt;br /&gt;You just want to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And leave me desperate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115580778590899752?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115580778590899752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115580778590899752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115580778590899752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115580778590899752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/eh-i-dont-think-that-ive-got-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115568359401366126</id><published>2006-08-16T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:13:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo, cerealchocmilkpotatoes, i'm sorry i didn't blog last night. i kind of procrastinated and didn't know what to type down. but now after my &lt;i&gt;acceptable-night's&lt;/i&gt; sleep, &lt;b&gt;i'm ready to blog!&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'm not...&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog later after i come back from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, i'm back from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i've got tons of insecurities. i know, being male, i've to be strong. but still, having a weener doesn't really change things. everyone has their kryptonite. mine're my insecurites. i need a confidante. i'd like to have a true girlfriend, someone who i can talk to and speak my mind. someone who'd really entertain me instead of me entertaining her. you see, i'm the clown to most of the people i know. them sharing their thoughts with me, not me sharing my view. okay, maybe i need to make the first move. but still, i want just one person to talk to. i know, i've got some people. but i just want that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i know what would cheer me up, &lt;b&gt;CIGARO&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My cock is much bigger than yours,&lt;br /&gt;My cock can walk right through the door &lt;br /&gt;With a feeling so pure..&lt;br /&gt;It's got you screaming for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sh*t stinks much better than yours,&lt;br /&gt;My sh*t stinks right down through the floor.&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling so pure,&lt;br /&gt;It's got you coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I love my cock?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you love my cock?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that we love my cock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the regulators that de-regulate&lt;br /&gt;We're the animators that de-animate&lt;br /&gt;We're the propagators of all genocide&lt;br /&gt;Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the regulators that de-regulate&lt;br /&gt;We're the animators that de-animate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;Cool, in denial&lt;br /&gt;We're the cruel regulators smoking&lt;br /&gt;CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock is much bigger than yours,&lt;br /&gt;My cock can walk right through the door &lt;br /&gt;With a feeling so pure..&lt;br /&gt;It's got you screaming back for more!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i feel better now &lt;font size="0"&gt;a lil bit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do anything major today. &lt;br /&gt;went for maths remedial with andy today. i didn't attend my own tutorial 'cos i can't really study thanks to some people in my class &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking cocky, i swear. and if that particular person reading this, &lt;b&gt;YOW BEST SHUT C'YOW ASS UP NOW AIGHT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can ace this coming exam, i &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; wanna repeat any modulles. i've &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;never repeated anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in my life &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back from the airport. and now another friend of mine's gone, &lt;b&gt;BORING&lt;/b&gt;! now i've got only 2 readily-available friends to hang with, dee&amp;becks. ah, this bites.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i is be tired.&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh &lt;br /&gt;Because every breath that you will take &lt;br /&gt;While you're sitting next to me &lt;br /&gt;Will bring life into my deepest hopes, &lt;br /&gt;What's your fantasy? &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I was born to tell you I love you &lt;br /&gt;And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine &lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115568359401366126?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115568359401366126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115568359401366126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115568359401366126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115568359401366126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/hullo-cerealchocmilkpotatoes-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115549235670301725</id><published>2006-08-14T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:50:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="0"&gt;*stuff added on&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I JUST GOT ME A NEW BLOGSKIN!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;big grins everywhere&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is be very-very pleased with myself now aight?&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'd like to thank wei for getting me started. without him asking me for help for his blog, i'd &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; get started on my own and continue procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, many-thanks to andy for the picture that you see. i'd never come up with anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, about this skin...&lt;br /&gt;ITS DAMN FRUSTRATING TO WORK ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead-serious. i spent like &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 hour editing it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; alone! but creating it was easy, to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, there's obviously some changes.&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, there're &lt;u&gt;only 3 javascript buttons&lt;/u&gt; now. the comment box now comes after the posts. you see it as "Call me your valentine".&lt;br /&gt;okay, the "Mic" button leads you to my posts &lt;font size="0"&gt;as you can already see&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "Vocals" button leads you to my profile&lt;br /&gt;and the "Associates" button leads you to my links and blog archives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's prety much about it, catch y'all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've got no school tomorrow! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;old enough to drive like a pro and own a sweet ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where were you when 9.11 happened?&lt;br /&gt;at home, bathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, come to think of it, it never happened before&lt;br /&gt;but if it did, i'd firstly curse and swear and if being patient for that long doesn't work, i'd vent out my anger on the theif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i guess so?&lt;br /&gt;i helped wei make his blogskin within the timeframe i promised him, is that good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;okay, this tattoo would be fucking long. i'd be on my left arm, stretching from where my shirtsleeves would end till the start of my wrist&lt;br /&gt;tadda! permanent long-sleeve (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;French, uber cool, i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you know your neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, they're great people to hang with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where i can be alone, great scenery/ a large body of water around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;nope, don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you move for the person you loved?&lt;br /&gt;as in change the place i live?&lt;br /&gt;okay, the term is "loved", past-tense&lt;br /&gt;so my answer is "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;uh, no&lt;br /&gt;i know my limits eventhough i hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but similarities do attract too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Dream job?&lt;br /&gt;Head Engineer of some rally/car-tuning team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Favorite channel(s)?&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i'd have to say BBC News for they bring me Top Gear&lt;br /&gt;and Discovery Channel for them sick documentaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Favorite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;nowhere in particular, all that matters is the company i'm with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Showers or Baths?&lt;br /&gt;shower, i don't have a bathtub for a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;uh, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;as of late, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;any insects that can fly&lt;br /&gt;spirits&lt;br /&gt;most of the common phobias&lt;br /&gt;one more...sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;haha, yeah, esp a son&lt;br /&gt;men love their sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;nope, a blog's good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;nowhere else in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;mummy, when's she's in the old-skool zarinah mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;heavy, i can sleep for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;family and really close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) How do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;oh, nothing wrong about that&lt;br /&gt;heck, i'm doing something like that, or used to for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) What's your favorite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i even know one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What's your main ring tone on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;99 With An Anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;playing Most Wanted when i should've been completing wei's blogskin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;oh, personal stuff from my phone's human counterpart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;The Lakehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Name three things you have on you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;Wallet, Phone, Housekeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) What color are your bed sheets?&lt;br /&gt;blue and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;drumstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) What's your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;Cali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) I can't wait till..?&lt;br /&gt;the time i have tonnes of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;mee siam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;161&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;nawh, its illegal here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Hot milk-tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;most prolly in canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;McWings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;There's No Penguins In Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;the latest post in wei's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;the one back in primary 5/6, i blacked out after colliding into someone during some PE activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so, despite how much i wish someone does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) What's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;uhm...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for sour/bitter candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;History by Funeral For A Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i've been fooling around with Photoshop as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/08-08-06_1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/08-08-06_1910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/DSC00954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/DSC00954.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/27-07-06_1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/27-07-06_1307.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ah, i'm such a sucker for the "Cutout" effect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye yow, work up earlier than i wanted to &lt;font size="0"&gt;dad woke me up, damnit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for catching p on lost sleep. anyway, i'm like supposed to meet andy for studies but he's not even awake not replying my messages &lt;font size="0"&gt;i smell something fishy going on here&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hell, and my parents think that i've got school today so i'd better leave home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys should check this out, damn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57FhRwhABnE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57FhRwhABnE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;hell, 3rd post of the day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'm being big-headed by doing this &lt;font size="0"&gt;but there's no harm in being ambitious&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys've noticed, i've added like a media-download section under "Associates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEAH, I KNOW, BIG-HEADED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;heck, i was bored anyway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;They found you covered up in blood,&lt;br /&gt;Covered head to toe in blood.&lt;br /&gt;Face first in a tale of awkward love.&lt;br /&gt;They found you covered up in blood,&lt;br /&gt;She's bleeding, she's bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the stitching in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Left out a silhouette that just won't&lt;br /&gt;Heal and dying in your arms tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115549235670301725?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115549235670301725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115549235670301725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115549235670301725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115549235670301725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/stuff-added-on-woohoo-i-just-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115546712751653754</id><published>2006-08-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:08:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye yow, its sunday and the last time i blogged was on friday &lt;font size="0"&gt;wah, 2 days only&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, shall update from after i last updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my parents for dinner at this place which i didn't go to in a &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaaaamn&lt;/i&gt; long time, &lt;i&gt;Simpang Bedok&lt;/i&gt;. that place went through a major renovation as of late and its looks totally different, and smaller. its like this round small-scale collesium which had this shack-esque look to it. and another change is that there aren't any chinese stalls around, which doesn't really make a difference since i can't eat chinese food in front of my parents &lt;font size="0"&gt;fucking suicidal if i do that&lt;/font&gt;. from outside, the place looks kind of nice &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt; but i kind of got pissed the moment i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING MAT/MINAH CENTRAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;i&gt;typicals&lt;/i&gt; everywhere. its not that i'm racist against my own kind or anything &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. its just that things aren't as they used to be. this mat/minah thing only emeerged as of late and i don't know how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;aa-nyway, what i had was nothing close to what i thought i'd have. i ordered Bone Steak. the amount of meat in it is fucking little y'know, i swear! finished the bloody thing in under 10 minutes, not value-for-money &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;font size="0"&gt;i ain't be coming here no more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i got what i deserved, the only reason why i followed my parents for dinner was to escape some religious thing which kind of frustrates me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on in the night, my parents brought me along to fetch my sister &lt;font size="0"&gt;okay, hold up. mass comment time...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate it when this happens and it happens &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are damn last-minute. they  decide-and-inform at the very last possible moment. okay, back to the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. waited for my sister for &lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;, wait, no, 340275679234 millenia &lt;font size="0"&gt;yeah, that's about it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing i like about waiting for a long time is that my parents will always leave the car to me. its not that i'd drive it away but i like to meddle with the car. i'd floor the accellerator pedal and rev the engine like hell and my parents would look back at me &lt;font size="0"&gt;kick-ass fun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened in the afternoon, so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night, fucking boring, had to attend this religious class where my legs would scream in pain the very minute i sit down and where my eyelids would gain 5637067309347536 tonnes in weight.&lt;br /&gt;the class beckons for you to sleep and for leg cramps to kill you. i don't know why i even allow my parents to drag me along even if i don't pay attention and they know i won't &lt;font size="0"&gt;bloody pointless&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i'm bad but... &lt;b&gt;I DON'T KNOW LA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today's another bummerful day full of complaints.&lt;br /&gt;went for this funeral which i didn't even attend &lt;font size="0"&gt;i was in the car playing around, again (: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for this wedding after that.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, fucking didn't like the atmosphere, fucking solemn. not like what a wedding should be, a happy occasion &lt;i&gt;a funeral for a friend, a wedding for an enemy&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, didn't like the people there. i'm not related to them, i swear, only my dad is. there was this other family that sat at the same table as we did and they're fucking rude. don't really want to blog about that part, pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm twisted in my head or something, i kept looking at qila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK, SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG WITH ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, don't got school for the whole of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SWEET!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its study week for the exams, which're like the week after this coming one. and seriously speaking, i'm doing nothing about it, &lt;b&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holding my breath walking at night with you&lt;br /&gt;I get to hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;If this is a dream, maybe you'll stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, please stay with me&lt;br /&gt;This is where we met&lt;br /&gt;We're back here again&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the way the world feels&lt;br /&gt;When I'm walking alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115546712751653754?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115546712751653754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115546712751653754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115546712751653754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115546712751653754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/aye-yow-its-sunday-and-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115529190786966746</id><published>2006-08-11T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:30:04.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo, i know i haven't been updating regularly, heck &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt; no mood also. i feel damn tired right now, by the way. but since i've got nothing to do at the moment, shall make my blog look as though its worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;National Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to Wei's place late in the day for a &lt;i&gt;party-slash-Juvia's-acoustic-set&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;which i didn't get to see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;major bummerrr&lt;/font&gt;. met wei and kai at compass point before we left for his place. oh yeah, i forgot to mention, i was wearing red &lt;font size="0"&gt;i know, i know, act patriotic&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;on the way to wei's place, we got to see kai's hot classmate &lt;font size="0"&gt;and when i say hot, i really mean HOT!&lt;/font&gt;. i swear that anyone can drool just by looking at her, &lt;b&gt;I SWEAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached wei's place after smelling horrible &lt;i&gt;dogshit&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;urgh&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we sat in wei's room, playing acoustic covers to the songs that we knew. wei and kai can really sing, REALLY! and as for me, i need &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;professional help&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. and just when the National Day Parade was about to start, i had to leave. &lt;s&gt;had curfew &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; which was kind of a bummer since it's the last day that wei would be in singapore. see &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, now i only have kai, dee and becks to hang with. &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;mumbles, grumbles, curses &amp; swears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much how i celebrated National Day &lt;font size="0"&gt;not much, ain't it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so wednesday's dealt with. now on to thursday. thursday...thursday...what did i do on thursday? oh yeah! absolutely &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe except for studying with dee and becks and completing my COMPRO project with jian. other than that...?&lt;br /&gt;oh, wasted time watching other play Time Crisis 4.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to comment on this fucker who cut ahead of kai and i and drove us to BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;this fucker tried to look cool, really. he still had time to eat a sweet while playing the game. ps: he didn't step on the pedal, so no damage could be done to him &lt;font size="0"&gt;punk ass mutha fucka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i controlled myself from pointing that finger in his face and giving him a good, hard punch in the back of the head. &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fucking pissed me off know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he rode the wave of another player &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;eyedontknowhowtoexplainthis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The story starts at our first show &lt;br /&gt;Running the door dressed to impress a guy like me&lt;br /&gt;Looking good &lt;br /&gt;The conversation started right&lt;br /&gt;I had you laughing through the night &lt;br /&gt;And I reeled you in, hooked and caught &lt;br /&gt;One stab to the center of your heart &lt;br /&gt;One cut is all you ever need &lt;br /&gt;I don't want this anymore &lt;br /&gt;But you'll never get me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115529190786966746?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115529190786966746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115529190786966746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115529190786966746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115529190786966746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/hullo-i-know-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115509288019073712</id><published>2006-08-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:08:02.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, an update after 4903573048758935years. yes, i know, i've been lazy as of late. aa-nyway, been doing the usual as of late, nothing out of the ordinary. played pool with wei and kai yesterday, went to see the fireworks and tried to muster the courage to ask for any random hot girl's number &lt;font size="0"&gt;but in vain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, people kept on thinking that wei's paul twohill. and when they do notice it, i'd count. just yesterday alone, it occured 17 times. HAHA! "&lt;i&gt;MACAM PAUL TWOHILL SIOL!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/01-08-06_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/01-08-06_1804.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/01-08-06_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/01-08-06_1806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/08-08-06_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/08-08-06_1913.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/08-08-06_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/08-08-06_1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/08-08-06_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/08-08-06_1646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my nose bled like a fountain last night. it was damn gruesome, let me show you the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/09-08-06_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/09-08-06_1025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/09-08-06_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/09-08-06_1026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/09-08-06_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/200/09-08-06_1027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, &lt;i&gt;gnarly&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are Singapore, we are Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;*forgot the lines*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every now and again sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I get lost on the wind of a dream&lt;br /&gt;The air gets clean and the seas get wider&lt;br /&gt;and I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;The pain it won't even cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;But there's wonder in everything&lt;br /&gt;The rope gets loose and the chains unbind &lt;br /&gt;and I can do anything&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115509288019073712?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115509288019073712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115509288019073712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115509288019073712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115509288019073712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-update-after-4903573048758935year.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115470654051373583</id><published>2006-08-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:49:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, i ain't got the mood to blog, too damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Say it, I'm the one you want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Dont say that I'm the one you want to lose.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115470654051373583?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115470654051373583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115470654051373583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115470654051373583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115470654051373583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-i-aint-got-mood-to-blog-too-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115461739650370094</id><published>2006-08-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:06:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WAZZA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty fun &lt;font size="0"&gt;fun because i didn't have to bring my bag to school, for real&lt;/font&gt;. and the only lesson i had was &lt;i&gt;CATS&lt;/i&gt; which is something like CME for secondary school, only more complicated. we built this bridge out of 30 straws and 5 satay sticks, its harder than imagined. this bridge has &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONLY ONE SUPPORT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. our team only managed to make it a metre and a half long, which isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have anything to do after my &lt;i&gt;CATS&lt;/i&gt; class except for a &lt;i&gt;TAS interview&lt;/i&gt; which was at 530. and i didn't have any bloody thing to do till then. first hung out with Geryll for lunch and accompanied him to his &lt;i&gt;S&amp;W&lt;/i&gt; class, Sheena was there, so i didn't dare to enter the classroom. i then decided to head down to the &lt;i&gt;TAS&lt;/i&gt; clubhouse to check out what as going down and i met up with my seniors ( Lester, Edward, &lt;i&gt;Kid&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Papan&lt;/i&gt; ) along the way. followed them down to bukit timah plaza for a 2nd lunch and a round of pool.&lt;br /&gt;went for the interview after that, i swear that Maxine wanted to give that "&lt;i&gt;eyeamserious&lt;/i&gt;" impression and didn't manage to pull it off, she always smiles or laughs when i'm around &lt;font size="0"&gt;can't help being funny &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to Kai's place after that to pass him Wei's shit, wei's releasing Juvia's EP soon, $5. the songs'd better be good.&lt;br /&gt;hung out with him for "dinner", had 2 rounds of sushi. 1st round was normal but the 2nd one was damn singaporean. we bought the 2nd round just because it was gonna be at 1/2 price, &lt;b&gt;SINGAPOREAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can get enough of Juvia for some reason, eventhough some people aren't really fond of them. &lt;br /&gt;y'all is best be checking them out now aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/juvia"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/juvia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo yo yo, check this out!&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, wassap, wassap man!&lt;br /&gt;Who's your daddy?&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know who's your daddy is, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Its me! I'm your daddy!&lt;br /&gt;How come I your daddy?&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I did this to your Momma!&lt;br /&gt;*Does pelvic thrusts*&lt;br /&gt;Call me Superfly!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you suck, but yo' momma sweet!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115461739650370094?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115461739650370094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115461739650370094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115461739650370094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115461739650370094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/wazza-today-was-pretty-fun-fun-because.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115444904361990786</id><published>2006-08-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:22:03.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aight aight, word &lt;i&gt;bietch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't been blogging sincerely for the past few days &lt;font size="0"&gt;ah, shut yo' ass and quit complainin'&lt;/font&gt;, so this post will make up for what i did and pretty much keep you updated on what has happened over the days that i didn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did really fun shit on friday, and i mean serious fun.&lt;br /&gt;the start of the day was pretty much as per normal; gaming during ELTECH class, &lt;i&gt;notpayingattention&lt;/i&gt; during COMPRO and winning eleven during our 2-hour break.&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay, those're minor details, the fun comes during the ECPRO lesson. &lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to make a bridge (i teamed up with nic, shah, jian &lt;font size="0"&gt;eh, my clique!&lt;/font&gt;). and yeah, our bridge withstood the 25kg-load without any major mishaps &lt;font size="0"&gt;phew&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on in the day, went to meet kai for a movie. but before that, we went to collect his MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fucking shit looks damn cool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, but i is be too lazy to describe it in detail, you peewees should know how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;went for the movie next, we caught &lt;i&gt;Lady In The Water&lt;/i&gt; and it was &lt;b&gt;my treat&lt;/b&gt; for kai. fucking lost $50 in a day, totally felt like shit. straight out trippin' aight, that didn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;the movie's kind of good, i'd give it a 4 out of 5. more for those who're into fiction &lt;font size="0"&gt;fiction, is it fiction or non-fic?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not for those who get lost in the plot, namingly &lt;b&gt;kai&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my flag football attachment on saturday. not bad &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, but i didn't like the tuesday team (they were &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaamn&lt;/i&gt; cocky &lt;font size="0"&gt;okay, not all, some&lt;/font&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say about the matched that i played in, &lt;b&gt;BUT!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;BUT!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;BUT!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;BUT!&lt;/b&gt; i'd like to comment on john's gf or &lt;i&gt;whatsherface&lt;/i&gt;. fucking _ _ _ _ ! you fill in the blanks. she's totally fat, and i mean worse than a pregnant woman &lt;font size="0"&gt;heck, she makes a pregnant woman look shapely&lt;/font&gt;. i think you know what i mean, shant go on, its starting to make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eyedontwannatalkaboutsunday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking embarassing and turned me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday (today)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched another movie, &lt;i&gt;The Lakehouse&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;heck, i feel like a movie buff&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that bad either, give it a 3 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;played pool, won but the cost was my mom's watch. &lt;i&gt;fuck la&lt;/i&gt;, i miss that watch. my wrist feels damn empty without it, i is be sad now aight.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this girl in school, &lt;b&gt;SHE IS DAMN HOT NOW AIGHT?!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;sadly, i didn't ask for her number nor take a pic of her. DAMNIT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walk past my grave in the dark tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Saw the stone and the note you left for me,&lt;br /&gt;to answer your question I just had to leave,&lt;br /&gt;I just had to leave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not why I'm here,&lt;br /&gt;I came down here to tell you it rains in heaven all day long,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find you so bad and let you know &lt;br /&gt;I'm miserable up here without you, miserable up here without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115444904361990786?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115444904361990786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115444904361990786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115444904361990786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115444904361990786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/aight-aight-word-bietch_02.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115426342080590315</id><published>2006-07-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:16:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello blog, i know i haven't been updating but i don't really have the mood to &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen and kai &lt;font size="0"&gt;eh, both start with "k"&lt;/font&gt; have been bugging me to blog. so...yeah, here's my entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;eyehavenomoodtoblog(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, quiz time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My teacher once said that i'm not setting up&lt;/strong&gt; my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in my life have I&lt;/strong&gt; had sex or anything close to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile is&lt;/strong&gt; Nat &lt;font size="0"&gt;she's M.I.A, by the way, oh i miss her so&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like lines,&lt;/strong&gt; horizontal ones, that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time I laughed was&lt;/strong&gt; an hour or less back, laughed at my sister falling off her bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hair is&lt;/strong&gt; TOO SHORT AND THIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My feet are&lt;/strong&gt; a tad bit too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Christmas was one that&lt;/strong&gt; which was pretty similar to every single one, didn't celebrate at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I turn my head left,&lt;/strong&gt; i see the night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I turn my head right,&lt;/strong&gt; i can see my &lt;i&gt;Simon Says&lt;/i&gt; tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i look down,&lt;/strong&gt; i see my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The craziest recent event was&lt;/strong&gt; playing the fool in school &lt;font size="0"&gt;hey, that rhymes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this time next year&lt;/strong&gt; i'll be in my second year of polytechnic, dating some hot babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time understanding&lt;/strong&gt; electricity, fucking &lt;i&gt;irritatingandcomplicated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One time at a family gathering&lt;/strong&gt; i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know i like-like you&lt;/strong&gt; someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I won an award, the first person I'd thank is&lt;/strong&gt; muneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triangles are stupid because&lt;/strong&gt; they aren't intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ideal breakfast is&lt;/strong&gt; toasted kaya break paired with a hot vup of sweet, sweet Milo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you make me really happy,&lt;/strong&gt; i'll be your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon?&lt;/strong&gt; the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys are irritating&lt;/strong&gt; eh, so not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd stop my wedding&lt;/strong&gt; if a zit pops up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than&lt;/strong&gt; see john's girlfriend ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself was&lt;/strong&gt; food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you was&lt;/strong&gt; food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My least favorite time of day&lt;/strong&gt; morning, when i have to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And by the way,&lt;/strong&gt; i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time I was high was&lt;/strong&gt; when i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The person whom I last talked to me told me&lt;/strong&gt; he wanted to ask people to whack me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shouldn't have&lt;/strong&gt; gone jamming and should've played basketball with dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night&lt;/strong&gt; Audrey really pee-ed on her bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's this girl I know&lt;/strong&gt; who i find to be hot, yet she doesn't notice me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is this guy I know&lt;/strong&gt; who sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of this quiz, damn long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want you in a vinyl suit&lt;br /&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, X-Rated&lt;br /&gt;Want you to be bad&lt;br /&gt;Bad, bad, bad&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaaaaaaaaaad&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115426342080590315?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115426342080590315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115426342080590315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115426342080590315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115426342080590315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-blog-i-know-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115393077452982933</id><published>2006-07-26T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:20:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello blog, been a long time since i've had a real update &lt;font size="0"&gt;sorry that i haven't been updating, sorry that i've been a baaaaaaaaad blogger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i don't really feel like blogging. heck, kai's bugging me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kind of fun, as any day with dee&amp;becks would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dinner as usual&lt;br /&gt;dee&amp;becks fooling around with each other&lt;br /&gt;i would laugh at their silly antiques&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eventhough its kind of routine, it doesn't seem to get boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;nabeh, if only i'm in a relationship similar to that&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some stupid girl isn't replying my sms, think her prepaid's ran out of credit or something...&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, school, skipped my ELTECH lecture as i would on any other day and i'd ask the same dude to help me mark my attendance. thanks, blomqvist (:&lt;br /&gt;i felt like sleeping &lt;i&gt;laaa&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but i still didn't get enough sleep, which sucks...&lt;b&gt;bigtime&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;reached school around 1145, in time for my &lt;i&gt;testcumlesson&lt;/i&gt; which was due to begin at 12.&lt;br /&gt;did some last-minute revision by flash-reading through my notes in the bus, on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;i&gt;onthewaytoschool&lt;/i&gt;, there was this &lt;b&gt;hot+tanned&lt;/b&gt; girl on the bus. ahhh, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;eyecandy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;heck, shouldn't talk about her, i wanna get this blog entry done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the test was kind of okay &lt;font size="0"&gt;except for some careless mistakes done on my part&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bloody lost 10marks &lt;font size="0"&gt;once again, thanks to the careless mistake&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty much what happened...&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;g'night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used to make the light shine for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun has left my sky&lt;br /&gt;Velvet walls surround my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I've sacrificed my pride&lt;br /&gt;I've laid myself to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know you've played out everything in your mind&lt;br /&gt;and now you throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;A shattered memory that you would stay through thick and thin with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115393077452982933?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115393077452982933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115393077452982933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115393077452982933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115393077452982933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-blog-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115383212185644071</id><published>2006-07-25T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:18:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo, got a few things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got me a new phone, new number&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle got her a new pair of earplugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eyeamhappy (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lazy to blog ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;My lips are trembling as I cannot make a sound&lt;br /&gt;My Love betrays me&lt;br /&gt;Is this almost over now?&lt;br /&gt;The walls caved in, the roof fell down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finally &lt;br /&gt;Tired of the lying&lt;br /&gt;And the cloud that follows you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115383212185644071?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115383212185644071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115383212185644071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115383212185644071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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singaporean?&lt;br /&gt;guess so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you eat veggies?&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you know how t play any sports?&lt;br /&gt;duhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you eat fruits?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, haven't been eating much of them as of late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What time do you usually slp?&lt;br /&gt;that depends if i'm gaming or if i'm preocupied or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you usually wake up?&lt;br /&gt;if there's school, 5-10am&lt;br /&gt;if there isn't, 12-1pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What kind of beverages do you usually drink?&lt;br /&gt;too many to list down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you take drugs?&lt;br /&gt;medicine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;iwannagiveweedatry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you watch wrestling?&lt;br /&gt;used to, it gets boring as you grow older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) With whom?&lt;br /&gt;girls, hot ones at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you entertain suitors rght now?&lt;br /&gt;suitor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What's your fashion style?&lt;br /&gt;anything that's available in my wardrobe, so no specific style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Who's your number one crush?&lt;br /&gt;she knows who she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What's your shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;a 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What is/are your favorite brand(s) of shirt?&lt;br /&gt;THREADLESS! and Everlast...and NewUrbanMale...and...and...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you daydream?&lt;br /&gt;frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;dad's food. something something with chicken.&lt;br /&gt;chicken = boooooooooooooooriiiiiiiiiiiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Where would you like t go?&lt;br /&gt;slumberland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;nice, long, filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Do you wear t-shirts?&lt;br /&gt;stupid question, OF COURSE &lt;i&gt;LA&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;ninabeh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) 5 items you love?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda (my V3i), Isabelle (my iPod), Shayne (my laptop), Albert (my 4359873659376 times reincarnated pillow) aaand... i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Who always make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Worst subjects?&lt;br /&gt;ELTECH, EECAD. fucking lecturers piss me off, so i choose not to do well for those modulles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Favorite subjects?&lt;br /&gt;ECPRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Who makes your heart beat faster and slower at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What do you hate most in relationship?&lt;br /&gt;don't know, what kai said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Describe your crush&lt;br /&gt;sexy, hot, alluring figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Did you take a bath already?&lt;br /&gt;nope, caveman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What makes your head turn in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;SEXY THIGHS! fat &amp; flabby are a turn-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) What turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;i already said it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) How many kids do you want t have?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;my mommy, my daddy and i hate my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Have you lived in the same house since you were born?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) People t take this survey?&lt;br /&gt;anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115374178636194815?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115374178636194815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115374178636194815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115374178636194815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115374178636194815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiz-time-and-is-still-be-hungry-after.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115348989757910390</id><published>2006-07-21T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:51:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok, i've traded my tagboard for a comment box as it was acting up on some of us.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has happened &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, nothing worth blogging about that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;You want me to always remember&lt;br /&gt;I promised "I always will."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115348989757910390?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115348989757910390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115348989757910390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115348989757910390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115348989757910390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/okok-ive-traded-my-tagboard-for.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115323531160069996</id><published>2006-07-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:28:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CEREALCHOCMILKPOTATOES, TODAY ROCKED &lt;font size="0"&gt;seriously&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too tired to blog ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Everytime you breathe, I hope you think of me."&lt;br /&gt;Those were the words you told me, told me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115323531160069996?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.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-24582345.post-115314554252263468</id><published>2006-07-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:16:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, cerealchocmilkpotatoes, i don't really feel like blogging right now &lt;font size="0"&gt;but heck, i'll just recap what happened today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) guffawed &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; during cycling meeting&lt;br /&gt;b) got pissed by a &lt;i&gt;minahwhore&lt;/i&gt; who happened to sit opposite me on the bus&lt;br /&gt;c) nodded off on the bus for 10seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i feel like a &lt;i&gt;purple-traitor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;perpetrator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wanna marry you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;make love to you on a spaceship (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115314554252263468?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115314554252263468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115314554252263468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115314554252263468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115314554252263468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-cerealchocmilkpotatoes-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115302234082565103</id><published>2006-07-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:49:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, cerealchocmilkpotatoes, haven't been online for quite some time. how long has it been? &lt;i&gt;24375698649635&lt;/i&gt; years?&lt;br /&gt;been up to lots of stuff, but i can't really recall most of it.&lt;br /&gt;i can only recall &lt;b&gt;Baybeats&lt;/b&gt;, which was kind of a disaster for me &lt;b&gt;because i missed &lt;i&gt;A Vacant Affair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;slams head against desk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught another band with &lt;b&gt;POMV&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;vinod was MIA&lt;/font&gt;, Karen&amp;Chersy &lt;font size="0"&gt;but they were at the back with kai&lt;/font&gt;. they weren't that bad &lt;i&gt;laaaaa&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the mats kept moshing &lt;font size="0"&gt;be weary, mats mosh to anything but only at the right time&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;i&gt;zed&lt;/i&gt; wanted to join in and &lt;i&gt;wehweh&lt;/i&gt; wanted to leave. &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. i, however, didn't feel the right vibe &lt;font size="0"&gt;bummer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the bass drums were loaded with mics. and every time the drummer stomped the pedal, the mics&amp;amps would amplify it &lt;i&gt;43275603469&lt;/i&gt; times and you can feel it thumping against your chest, hardcore. &lt;i&gt;aiyaa&lt;/i&gt;... don't feel like blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found something in &lt;a href="http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;kai's blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: I DOWAN TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: dont think i dunno ur plan. i know u want us to go to australia so can be alone here in singapore and make the house a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what plan? rubbish la. im still not going.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about it is funny to me but there'd be nobody to treat me to the movies ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay, enough of the &lt;i&gt;craigowenswannabehairstyle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go all &lt;i&gt;keiraknightley&lt;/i&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/domino28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/domino28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/KeiraKnightley_300x298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/KeiraKnightley_300x298.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you people know that she's a porn star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/KeiraKnightley05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/KeiraKnightley05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I, i've deleted that picture from my lappie&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to let my hair grow to get my desired hairdo &lt;font size="0"&gt;this bites&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if "tomorrow" never comes?&lt;br /&gt;How will I know you loved me?&lt;br /&gt;I just need something to live for&lt;br /&gt;So I'll never die again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115302234082565103?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115302234082565103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115302234082565103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115302234082565103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115302234082565103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-cerealchocmilkpotatoes-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115267567750861351</id><published>2006-07-12T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:49:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;eh eh eh, i re-did my quiz! i didn't read the question properly! read the quiz, especially if you're karen sim (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hullo cerealchocmilkpotatoes, i is be at school now and i'm damn full. yeah, its break time now and the wanton noodles at canteen 2 are heavenly but the thing is &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;, i can't get enough of the sauce. its super nice, mind you. &lt;br /&gt;i found out that i'm super attracted to girls in green. i just saw this girl, wearing a dark green converse tee with short shorts.&lt;font size="0"&gt;gasps&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's like &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaamn hot la can&lt;/i&gt; ? eh, blomqvist wants me to play crazytaxi, i is be blogging later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just found out that i've a questionaire to do, with regards to zhiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head.&lt;br /&gt;After that tag at least 3 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Kai&lt;font size="0"&gt;loots&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Andy&lt;font size="0"&gt;dee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Becks&lt;font size="0"&gt;bee-yotch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 .Qing Wen&lt;br /&gt; 5. Peiying&lt;font size="0"&gt;boogiwoogi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Jesper&lt;font size="0"&gt;blomqvist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Shaheeb&lt;br /&gt; 8. Karen (:&lt;br /&gt; 9. Charlotte&lt;font size="0"&gt;char&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10.Jonah &lt;br /&gt; 11.Dinesh&lt;font size="0"&gt;din&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;[Jonah] &lt;font size="0"&gt;eh shit, why is my answer the same as chow's T.T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know him in primary school, my 2nd bestie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 2&lt;br /&gt;[Dee] uh, i don't think that i'd be what i am. he kind of influenced me to become the &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;s&gt;shithead&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;man i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?&lt;br /&gt;[Charlotte&amp;Dinesh] eh, catastrophe. din's like into hot girls and char is like...charismatic? okok, i'd just feel weird and keep my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you like 7?&lt;br /&gt;[Shah] as a friend, yeah. &lt;b&gt;SOUL BROTHERS!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;[Peiying&amp;Jesper] eh, &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;[Bee-Yotch] She hates my type of music&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-grumbles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;[Karen] ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! yessssssssssssssssssssss! (: can i marry her please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 2.&lt;br /&gt;[Dee] Dee's pissed that lots of people are immitating his hairdo. &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;wankers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you know any of 4's family?&lt;br /&gt;[Qing BOON] the whole of his immediate family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Whats 1's favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;[Loots] his Les Paul, cute girls and his Les Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What would you do if 3 confesses he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;[Bee-Yotch] eh....? HAHAHAHAH, i'd ask andy first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What language does 6 speak?&lt;br /&gt;[Jesper] soccer&amp;&lt;i&gt;computergeek&lt;/i&gt; languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;[Char] "&lt;i&gt;kiangaye!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 4 now?&lt;br /&gt;[Qing BOON] he's 17 this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.When was the last time you talked to 1?&lt;br /&gt;[Kai] i is be talking to the whore now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;[Andy] Rufio&amp;Saosin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;[Shah] WHAT?! &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; no offence (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you ever date 11?&lt;br /&gt;[Din] what...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever seen 6 naked?&lt;br /&gt;[Jesper] nope, and i don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom you want to pass this on to:&lt;br /&gt;- Kai&lt;br /&gt;- Karen&lt;br /&gt;- Carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;i'm so jealous of dee&amp;becks la. they're like this &lt;i&gt;romanceslashcomedy&lt;/i&gt; playing right in your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;A quick glance over my shoulder reveals a number only seen in the movies&lt;br /&gt;Chardes of glass, and a decayed piece of parchment half buried that reads:&lt;br /&gt;'You cured me of my foolish obsession with love'&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you until my last breath takes you from me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115267567750861351?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115267567750861351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115267567750861351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115267567750861351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115267567750861351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/eh-eh-eh-i-re-did-my-quiz-i-didnt-read.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115247868359473557</id><published>2006-07-10T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:08:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHA! ITALY WINS THE WORLD CUP! I AM A HAPPY, HAPPY BOY! (:&lt;br /&gt;eh, i is best be getting ready for school soon. school starts at 8 today and i've to leave around 630. &amp;i shall be wearing the italian jersey to school today. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM A HAPPY, HAPPY BOY! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/you.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA! FUCKING HEADBUTT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115247868359473557?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115247868359473557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115247868359473557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115247868359473557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115247868359473557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahahahaha-italy-wins-world-cup-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115243562529591578</id><published>2006-07-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:00:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found something &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaamn&lt;/i&gt; funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roses are Red and Violets are Blue...&lt;br /&gt;Daisies are yellow and tulips are orange. Yadda, yadda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my son! damn funny! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sounds like some joke that i'd crack up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115243562529591578?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115243562529591578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115243562529591578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115243562529591578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115243562529591578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/found-something-daaaaaaaaamn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115233625361869103</id><published>2006-07-08T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:56:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that i've got &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;369&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; testimonials (emphasis on 369 &lt;i&gt;la chee bye&lt;/i&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eee&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;fugly number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and street soccer today was downright competitive&lt;br /&gt;fucking lots of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to apologize to boogiwoogi for not attending her b'day party&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aaaaaaand&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;kai knows who&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portugal against germany for 3rd&amp;4th placing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;portugal&lt;/u&gt; for 2nd runner-up&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Figo for President!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was teasing jinna earlier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning soccer is good for health (:      /&lt;3 andy[: says:&lt;br /&gt;u jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are to blame. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm jealous that i don't have a bf ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;oh my son, i love my life!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Entry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, got a new router alr! (:&lt;br /&gt;time for all-night online-ness! &lt;b&gt;HAHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;so excited!&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;my sister's laptop is screwed!&lt;br /&gt;SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two lost hearts and one caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;They came together and the other fell apart&lt;br /&gt;It appeared, the answer to the problem&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason to smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115233625361869103?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115233625361869103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115233625361869103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115233625361869103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115233625361869103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/eh-i-just-realized-that-ive-got-369.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115223327763898374</id><published>2006-07-07T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:24:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh, g'morning cerealchocmilkpotatoes.&lt;br /&gt;the ride to school today was freakingly interesting. dee overslept today and we had to take a cab down to school. we were damn pissed while waiting for a cab to pick us up because most of them were occupied &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RIGHT IN OUR FACES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;font size="0"&gt;grrr&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our taxi driver, is this exentric guy. he's like some kamikaze pilot from WW2 with a driver's license, seriously. he's doing these dives into other lanes and all. but he's kind of grumpy &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. eh, suddenly, i can't recall the ride at all. shit &lt;i&gt;la, not fun one&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay, computer programming lesson now. shall hasten myself to be ahead of the class once again (:&lt;br /&gt;shall blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming kai taught me a new equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sour = &lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt; = tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hence,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sour = &lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt; = tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;therefore,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sour = tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, that explains everything! &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;beams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/front%20design%28unorthodox%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/front%20design%28unorthodox%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/front%20design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/front%20design.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one problem, which one to choose? ):&lt;br /&gt;karen says i should go for Compulsory (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember the time &lt;br /&gt;When we wrote our names on the wall?&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time&lt;br /&gt;When we realized that "Thriller" was our favorite song?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115223327763898374?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115223327763898374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115223327763898374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115223327763898374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115223327763898374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/eh-gmorning-cerealchocmilkpotatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115215681984796865</id><published>2006-07-06T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:18:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its thursday and i'm a very &lt;b&gt;unhappy tranny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;portugal lost&lt;/u&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;stupid referee &amp; that faggot diver henry &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fuck la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for thursday being my favorite day &lt;font size="0"&gt;smashes head agaist laptop&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, today was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;depite the weather and lightning warnings, we got to play flag football still.&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to throw the ball &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;properly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;yay me!&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt too that the Spanish are racist. &lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;fuckers&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dee came up with this little rhyme about a certain someone&lt;br /&gt;"She's ugly, she's fat and she's everything that's bad."&lt;br /&gt;brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;bravo, bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walao, you &lt;i&gt;play cheat one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my Mummy! ):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115215681984796865?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115215681984796865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115215681984796865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115215681984796865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115215681984796865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-thursday-and-im-very-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115204318752693021</id><published>2006-07-05T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:00:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello cerealchocmilkpotatoes, its 353am on a wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching the match between Germany and Italy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm rooting for Italy.&lt;br /&gt;and their defence so far is superb.&lt;br /&gt;its the half-time break now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm downright embarassing myself.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, nobody's looking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! my tee from &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com"&gt;www.threadless.com&lt;/a&gt; is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/simonzoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/simonzoom.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, bee-yotch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I want a drink, I'm thirsty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;Grabs a cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And washes it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"DOH!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;slaps forehead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and drops cup&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, c'mon &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115204318752693021?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115204318752693021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115204318752693021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115204318752693021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115204318752693021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-cerealchocmilkpotatoes-its-353am.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115200852114806280</id><published>2006-07-04T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:17:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Questionaire time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you on or off in the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;use DC, if it doesnt affect you.(dont care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is taller than you: DC&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you: DC&lt;br /&gt;Wears braces: DC&lt;br /&gt;Wears a grill: uh...what's a grill?&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Preppy: On (i think)&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Ghetto: Off&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Gothic: Off&lt;br /&gt;Has blue eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;Has green eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;Has hazel eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes: DC&lt;br /&gt;Drinks alcohol: DC&lt;br /&gt;Wears glasses: DC&lt;br /&gt;Smokes: definitely, "Off"&lt;br /&gt;Plays sports: On&lt;br /&gt;Smiles a lot: Hello sunshine! On&lt;br /&gt;Calls you just to say Hi: Hell yeah! On&lt;br /&gt;Compliments you: On&lt;br /&gt;Good dancer: On&lt;br /&gt;Wears jewelry: DC&lt;br /&gt;Smiles when you walk in the room: On&lt;br /&gt;Has brown hair: On&lt;br /&gt;Has Black hair: On&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: On. in moderation &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can make you laugh at any given moment: On&lt;br /&gt;Loyal: On&lt;br /&gt;Laid back: On&lt;br /&gt;Plays guitar: On&lt;br /&gt;Plays drums: On&lt;br /&gt;Sings: On&lt;br /&gt;Lean muscles: DC&lt;br /&gt;She can draw: On&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous: Off&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't eat meat: Off&lt;br /&gt;Bisexual: Off&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo: Off&lt;br /&gt;Has a lip ring: Off&lt;br /&gt;Has tongue ring: Off&lt;br /&gt;People to do this quiz: anyone, too lazy to pick people out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo-kay, end of questionaire&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm supposed to design a class tee&lt;br /&gt;and here's my ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/scan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/heros%20blackb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/heros%20blackb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, jonah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i was teasing kai earlier on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont belong together, i know i'll be a burden says:&lt;br /&gt;kk i wana finsh asap&lt;br /&gt;wait 3 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are to blame. says:&lt;br /&gt;180\179&lt;br /&gt;178&lt;br /&gt;176&lt;br /&gt;175&lt;br /&gt;174&lt;br /&gt;173&lt;br /&gt;172&lt;br /&gt;171&lt;br /&gt;170&lt;br /&gt;169&lt;br /&gt;168&lt;br /&gt;167&lt;br /&gt;166&lt;br /&gt;165&lt;br /&gt;164&lt;br /&gt;163&lt;br /&gt;162&lt;br /&gt;161&lt;br /&gt;160&lt;br /&gt;EH GIN LAH, NABEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont belong together, i know i'll be a burden says:&lt;br /&gt;COUNT IN UR HEAD LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are to blame. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;did that to piss you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont belong together, i know i'll be a burden says:&lt;br /&gt;super big distraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eyelovedisturbingothers (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;i need new earpieces&lt;br /&gt;my current ones sound like shit. really.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Boogiwoogi&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday is coming soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;holy shit, here comes the starvation in desperate need of moolah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, got a quiz that i wanna test-run. kai made it all on his own &lt;font size="0"&gt;all hail loots!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)name the usual routine you go through daily&lt;br /&gt;wake up, brush teeth, eat, watch tv, school(if its a not the hols or weekends), come home, eat, wank, sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DO IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)you got to know you topped your class overall for the entire year&lt;br /&gt;i'd screw all the nerds in my course and act-clever/cool &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;armpits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)your best friends deserted you&lt;br /&gt;whores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)the person you liked in school smiles at you&lt;br /&gt;i'd go bezerk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)you found out that one of your school teachers are gay/lesbian&lt;br /&gt;i'd freak/laugh, hardcore &lt;font size="0"&gt;eew, hope its my EECAD tutor. OMG! HAHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)you see/hear ur schoolmates behaving intimately in secluded areas,&lt;br /&gt;you see them but they dont see you&lt;br /&gt;take pictures/videos and blackmail the horny bastards! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)your favourite hangout/mall closes down&lt;br /&gt;wah, i'd pray that its a dream or something. or i'd just go back home and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)your favourite artist/band plays a show in ur school&lt;br /&gt;i'd fuck myself and ask for their autograph (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)you find out that the president in your country is gay&lt;br /&gt;eh, not true whad, Mr Nathan has a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)you find out the government is making NS compulsory for girls&lt;br /&gt;i'd hope that we'd get to share bunks &lt;font size="0"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;11)do you succumb to peer pressure easily?&lt;br /&gt;uh, i &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)starbucks or coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starbucks&lt;/b&gt;, no doubt 'bout it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)difference between a crush and true love?&lt;br /&gt;eh, i hate to answer these kind of questions &lt;i&gt;laaaa&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)do you agree that foodcourt food beats fast food hands down?&lt;br /&gt;uh, i wouldn't compare &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;. as long as they serve great food, i'm cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)are you homophobic? (means that ur afraid of homosexuals)&lt;br /&gt;uh, &lt;b&gt;YEAH!&lt;/b&gt; especially gays! &lt;font size="0"&gt;shudders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)should porn be legal here?(LOOK AT JAPAN AND US)&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)should twits be arrested?&lt;br /&gt;definitely, can't stand their language. takes me fucking 5 minutes to decipher a short sentence that actually means "I love you". &lt;i&gt;g-buy&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)agree with me that we need a new theme park?(SHAME ON ESCAPE THEME PARK)&lt;br /&gt;YES! Escape's too boring&amp;small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)put a ban on all boy schools? GO CO-ED FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)do you think that this quiz is dumb?&lt;br /&gt;not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, end of quiz.&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;u&gt;longer&lt;/u&gt;&amp;&lt;b&gt;thicker&lt;/b&gt; hair ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i'm selected for talentime&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;laaa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/desktop12_1024%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/desktop12_1024%282%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! damn funny! i got my own clothing line, dawg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and...!&lt;br /&gt;taxi fares are up! &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuckers...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Until then you can runaway.&lt;br /&gt;Do you best to hide your face.&lt;br /&gt;And oh I know you best&lt;br /&gt;I know you get what you get&lt;br /&gt;You get what you deserve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115200852114806280?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115200852114806280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115200852114806280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115200852114806280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115200852114806280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/questionaire-time-what-turns-you-on-or.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115188489108703611</id><published>2006-07-03T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:50:43.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, picking up from where i left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the B&amp;J's treat, we went over to millenia walk where boon wanted to check out Candy Empire and me too meet the yo-ers &lt;font size="0"&gt;been a fucking long time since i've last been there&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;candy empire wasn't as grand as i thought it would be. okay &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, there were rare candies that's fucking hard to find. but i was expecting something on a more grand scale. and the outlet's owned by people who can't even pronounce or know what they're selling. &lt;font size="3"&gt;AYE! THAT IS SO A CRIME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sijia there and she didn't recognize me at first and thanks to that, her friends looked at me all weird &lt;font size="0"&gt; you're gonna pay for this, sijia!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to the outside to see the yo-ers. farid was suprised to see me turn up. and i noticed a new female yo-er. &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;and then, the worse happened. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SALINA SHOWED UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first words that went through my mouth were "eh, shit &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't bolt like the last time i saw her because jiahui and char were with me. &lt;font size="0"&gt;the bolting part is &lt;i&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaaamn&lt;/i&gt; funny, kai blogged about it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the words that came though my mouth were "QINGWEN! WTF IS YOUR GF DOING HERE?!"&lt;br /&gt;and i bolted not long after (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet kai not long after. waited damn long for the bus and we tried a cab, but we took the bus in the end. and boon showed her &lt;i&gt;ahlian&lt;/i&gt; side.&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt; damn funny, i tell you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a gig outside of wisma, 7falls/walls &lt;font size="0"&gt;sorry &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, forgot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiahui and char left us and we went to play pool and went home and then kai met wendy. okay, day over. &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some pics of our mischeif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/01-07-06_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/01-07-06_1705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char&amp;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/22-06-06_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/22-06-06_1728.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this was taken fucking long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, that purple thing very extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/toilet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's kai pulling off a &lt;i&gt;no-handercumhangover&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh &lt;b&gt;g-buy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's fucking pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;people do class shit she also complain&lt;br /&gt;she use her own laptop for one fucking day nobody complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kaninabehchaocheebye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if my lungs still let me breathe&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;If I can make myself believe &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you back what you took out&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115188489108703611?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115188489108703611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115188489108703611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115188489108703611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115188489108703611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-picking-up-from-where-i-left-off.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115185619015452608</id><published>2006-07-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:44:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late-night quiz time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Parts Of Your Heritage:&lt;/u&gt; what heritage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Things That Scare You:&lt;/u&gt; ghosts, lunatics, girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:&lt;/u&gt; food, teevee, girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Things You're Wearing Now:&lt;/u&gt; boxers+soccer shorts+tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists at the moment:&lt;/u&gt; Chiodos, Story of the Year, Cartel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of Your Favorite Songs at the moment:&lt;/u&gt; Women Will Become Monsters, What's Inside Of You, Until The Day I Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things You Want in a Relationship (other than love):&lt;/u&gt; commitment, effort, trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Two Truths and a Lie:&lt;/u&gt; i'm not supposed to be doing this now, i've yet to complete my project, i've no school tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Physical Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You:&lt;/u&gt; her dressing sense, thighs, actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of Your Favourite Hobbies:&lt;/u&gt; putting on weight, oogling at girls, playing 8-ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Things You want really badly right now:&lt;/u&gt; a job, a custom FR bike, a white left-handed Les Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three Places You Want to go on Vacation:&lt;/u&gt; France, Italy, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;/u&gt; whack my sister full-heartedly, get married to __________(10 characters)&lt;font size="0"&gt;eyeloveyou (:&lt;/font&gt;, get me a nice crib and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three people I would like to see take this quiz:&lt;/u&gt; audrey, jiahui, brenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;And baby don't follow their lead&lt;br /&gt;'cause you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just how the story ends, or how the story goes&lt;br /&gt;And you are so confused&lt;br /&gt;And baby it's just like you&lt;br /&gt;to say anything else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115185619015452608?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115185619015452608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115185619015452608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115185619015452608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115185619015452608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/late-night-quiz-time-three-parts-of.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115176474308346194</id><published>2006-07-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:49:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo my beloved blog, cerealchocmilkpotatoes. had a really good time today, got to eat at Ben&amp;Jerry's &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWICE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and got to meet people in person for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't know what Ben&amp;Jerry's is, you &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;s&gt;can shoot yourself in the head&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;need to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today at a really pleasant time, 1200 &lt;font size="0"&gt;which is unsually late for me&lt;/font&gt;. and i managed to sleep with the aircon switched on during the night without getting the cold or whatnot &lt;font size="0"&gt;which is really fucking good&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aa-nyway, lets skip that part. i met jiahui and charlotte today &lt;font size="0"&gt;like, &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i owed boon(jiahui) a treat at Ben&amp;Jerry's since &lt;i&gt;whoknowswhen&lt;/i&gt; and i decided to meet up with her (charlotte just tagged along for the treat, &lt;font size="0"&gt;lucky her&lt;/font&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon and char were late&lt;font size="0"&gt;reallyreally late&lt;/font&gt; eventhough i thought i was the one who was gonna be late. met the both of them somewhere near &lt;i&gt;newurbanmale&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eyelovethisboutique&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. and the minute they saw me, they went "eh munir, you're so short!" eh fuck &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;, i'm vertically challenged can?&lt;br /&gt;the both of them look really different from their pictures. jiahui looks cuter in her pics and char looks skinnier in person.&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing jiahui wanted to do was to get her B&amp;J's treat&lt;font size="0"&gt;eh, not to my plan one ):&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went around suntec looking around for the B&amp;J's outlet and it took &lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;. we circled around this tower for &lt;i&gt;293465772634times&lt;/i&gt; before we asked the concierge where B&amp;J's was &lt;font size="0"&gt;eh, waste of time&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we finally found the place and it was kind of small&lt;font size="0"&gt;screws face&lt;/font&gt;. and i was thinking, "where the &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt; are we gonna sit?" but we did get to sit &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, but it was kind of squeezy.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered the Cookie Cookie Sundae, my choice of ice cream+4 cookies surrounding my ice cream&lt;font size="0"&gt;they should call it cookie fortress (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boon and char ordered Brownie Sundaes, brownies surrounding their choice of ice cream. boon's ice cream was surrounded by brownies, but char's brownies were buried under her ice cream&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. but not fair, she had more ice cream than boon and i combined ):&lt;br /&gt;total for the treat was $25. not bad, didn't burn a big hole in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, don't feel like blogging. shall continue later on or something. my mum's fucking pissing me off. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;g-buy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115176474308346194?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115176474308346194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115176474308346194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115176474308346194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115176474308346194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/hullo-my-beloved-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115163116407236388</id><published>2006-06-30T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:34:56.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck lah, i seriously hate people who can't speak well. and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;eyereallyhatepeoplewhocantspeakproperly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. namingly, my tutors and lecturers. they're seriously irritating lah.&lt;br /&gt;i remember a leturer, he pronounces "circuit" as "&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIR-CUTE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;font size="1"&gt;(okay, its funny at first. but it gets &lt;i&gt;stalecumirritating&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN&lt;/b&gt;, there's another tutor. a female one. she teaches me C Programming. she's fucking irritating, the whole class hates her. she fucking takes up our 2hour break and reduces it to a puny 1hour break. oh, here's the best part, she can't speak well too. she's your typical auntie. she pronounces "zero" as "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ji-lo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". OHOH! one more! &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;she's got armpit hair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and one more thing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves to clap. and it really gets on my nerves. dudes in my class are starting to immitate her non-stop, which really adds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;BAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, damn irritating lah.&lt;br /&gt;then there's another tutor who a real fag. he's got that currypuff hairstyle and this really AP-ful attitude. whenever someone asks a question, he doesn't answer the question, he says "check the book". fucker&lt;br /&gt;and he always thinks that he's the righteous one, fuck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, there are teachers who're worth paying attention to. say, my EG1 tutor and lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;both those dudes are cool lah. lecturer's super patient and the tutor's not. but both of them are really good at teaching. no complaints there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;but still...something tells me to call it quits and get transferred to mass com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, if you guys noticed, i removed some links. its due to a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;a. blog's dead (inactive)&lt;br /&gt;b. the url's invalid&lt;br /&gt;c. &lt;i&gt;eyestillhateyou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. not worthy of reading&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, no hard feelings, aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;The first thing I noticed was her armpit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;hair&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115163116407236388?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115163116407236388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo cerealchocmilkpotatoes. yes, i know, i haven't been taking good care of you. but nothing's been happening as of late. life's been pretty much routine. staring at hot girls from afar. oh yeah! have a new street soccer court in school. but its fucking big. plenty of space for more than 5 people on a team. yeah, that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kai's requested me to do a quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: more than one. green and black&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: noodles and steaks&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song: uhm...none really&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: good one...i'll get back to you on that&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: winter&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream: choc fudge (eh, scary, same as &lt;b&gt;Kai Loots&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: sweet, eating a "The Natural Company" gummy (:&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: Amsterdam tee with blue soccer shorts&lt;br /&gt;Current Toe nail Colour: normal, flesh-tone&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 2241&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: sleeping old man, modem, tv, toilet, king-size bed&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: snoring&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: &lt;i&gt;eyewannagopoopoo &lt;font size="1"&gt;covers face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First BestFriend : omar, the singaporean coyboy&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: uh...that i can't recall&lt;br /&gt;First Movie : Taxi (the french version)&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: haha, uh...&lt;font size="1"&gt;drools&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Music: sugar ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: never did one&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: chocolate milk &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;shit, i need a peanutbutterjelly sandwich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: not sure&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: &lt;font size="1"&gt;uh...(x&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie: Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: Andy&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: awtew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: &lt;i&gt;eyeaintgay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: i think&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped: nuh-uh&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: not that i know of&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: wth. i'm only wearing 4 (boxers, shorts, shirt and specs)&lt;br /&gt;4 things you done today: eat, sleep, watched tv, played flag football&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: my sister watching project runway, me typing and my dad snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored: turn on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PEOPLE TO DO THIS: juliana, brenda, zhiting, dinesh and &lt;i&gt;whoeverwantstodothis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Speeding Semi-Trucks are &lt;i&gt;sexayee&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115159306801552440?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115159306801552440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115159306801552440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115159306801552440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115159306801552440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hullo-cerealchocmilkpotatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115141184131920613</id><published>2006-06-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:37:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh, &lt;i&gt;G-BUy&lt;/i&gt; lah. today was fucking &lt;u&gt;boringcumpissful&lt;/u&gt;. for the 2nd time this week, i went to school &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt; and only had my little 'ol iPod for company &lt;i&gt;:(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;stupid andy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lesson of the day was ELTECH tutorial and our tutor was fucking pissed with the class. 1/2 of us &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;failed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. lucky me, i was the fortunate few. i got 68 (really expected, i didn't study at all). bottom line, i passed all my modulles which is kind of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh shit, don't feel like blogging. feel more like flirting around in MSN (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115141184131920613?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115141184131920613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115141184131920613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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seems to take forever to load when i'm in the classroom. oh well, back to routine shit (playing crazy taxi when the lecture/tutorial becomes too boring and not hide when the teacher's looking directly at my screen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-yawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got to know that i did considerably well for my EG1 (engineering mathematics). i got 86 (but was kind of expecting something like 90+).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had this &lt;i&gt;reallyreally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEIRD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; dream last night. i lived in this fucking huge condominium (of all things, why a condo? why not a bungalow or someshit?!) aa-nyway, like i said, its effing &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUGE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. and there's this humongous (or however you spell it, &lt;i&gt;eyedontcare&lt;/i&gt;). which had like, 5 toilet seats in it? and there were queen-sized beds &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVERYWHERE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and its located close to the airport (y'know, 747s flying here and there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa-nyway, i'm stoning right now and i've no idea what to blog about right now. shall update during class later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, had chicken cutlet for my break. costs $2.50 and it tastes &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've learnt a new word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;G-BUY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;another term for chee bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, 2nd entry of the day. &lt;i&gt;eye just remembered something&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the game between Ecuador and England last night and i noticed that &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ECUADORIANS HAVE FUCKING NICE BODS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and &lt;i&gt;eyefuckingenvythem&lt;/i&gt;. their chest are really bulging and their arms are oh-so-perfect (ah! i really need to gain weight and get me one of those bods). heck, i think i'm gonna raise my son in ecuador &lt;i&gt;xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bus ride home was really horrible. &lt;font size="3"&gt;I WAS FREEZING!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i almost got &lt;i&gt;frostbite+hypothermia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;font size="1"&gt;-cue drumroll&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 99 for my C Programming! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;eat that, BIETCH!&lt;br /&gt;i is be pimpin' y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've sailed off to sea&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming back&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115129574686256823?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115129574686256823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115129574686256823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115129574686256823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115129574686256823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-once-again-cerealchocmilkpotatoe.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115124369517727391</id><published>2006-06-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:24:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there, for the 2nd time today. i've just realized that my fringe totally sucks now. it looks like some beng's hairdo &lt;font size="1"&gt;(hella-loud "yuck"!)&lt;/font&gt;. but the thing is, &lt;i&gt;eyedontwannagoforahaircut&lt;/i&gt;. like i said, i want it to be something like chee-ouh-dohs' foreman (scroll down for the picture).&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was really a waste of time and tantrums kind of went sky-high all thanks to my sister. dad came back from his regular fishing trip (empty-handed, i think) and the dimwit was lazy to do that &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; (uh, y'know, the hand-shaking thing). i was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What he fuck?! its only a handshake and you make it seem as though its fucking time-consuming. dipshit..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later on in the day, we went over to Heeren to get my sister's new bag. and at the entrance to the carpark, the security guard(old, wrinkled and tooth-less &lt;i&gt;ah pek&lt;/i&gt;) blocked the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;Munir: "Eh, what's going on?" &lt;i&gt;-looks out the windscreen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Security guard's blocking the way"(its actually in malay)&lt;br /&gt;and in my mind, i'm thinking that the security guard is thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eh, gua security guard hor. gua pakai uniform, gua ada walkie-talkie. gua cool"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking old man, making me waste whatever's left of my precious iPod's battery life.&lt;br /&gt;we then made our way to heeren. next thing that pissed me off. my sister didn't know where to look for her bag (cue the ecessive mumbling). even my dad got pissed (&lt;b&gt;HAHA!&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;after circling heeren for say &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;43562398659times&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, we finally found the place and the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dimwit's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bag. and its totally like &lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its that type that minahs/poseurs/twits/whatever love (too horrid to describe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bee-yotch and i were playing a game of "&lt;i&gt;who can pull off the longer long-face&lt;/i&gt;" thing in msn&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can and give nothing back. says:&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;La-La-La-La Love. says:&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can and give nothing back. says:&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;La-La-La-La Love. says:&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can and give nothing back. says:&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i teased her a lil-bit more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can and give nothing back. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;go but not pay attention during classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-La-La-La Love. says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to pay attention in class and not go.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ooookay.&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;but that's how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should opt for home school.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can and give nothing back. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're weird bee-yotch, WEIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-La-La-La Love. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY!?&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you can and give nothing back. says:&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;BLAH&lt;br /&gt;blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;should add this in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-La-La-La Love. says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;and bye.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa-nyway, school's starting tomorrow. major bummer&lt;font size="1"&gt;heavy sigh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall continue blogging in school tomorrow about friday and yesterday&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take what you can&lt;br /&gt;And give nothing back&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115124369517727391?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115124369517727391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115124369517727391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115124369517727391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115124369517727391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-there-for-2nd-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115112024532496987</id><published>2006-06-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T15:19:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>g'morning there, cerealchocmilkpotatoes. once again, i'm blogging, the first thing i do once i awake (this sucks, hardcore). and of all the billions of earthlings, i've been chosen 6 times (yes, 6) to do some really short quiz. heck, shall give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What were you doing in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;uh, &lt;font size="1"&gt;slight&lt;/font&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;studying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and major slacking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Five of your favorites singers or bands?&lt;br /&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;a. 5566&lt;br /&gt;b. Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;c. J.J Lin&lt;br /&gt;d. Mayday&lt;br /&gt;e. &lt;i&gt;Nameanothergaycheenaboyband&lt;br /&gt;-thatisntreallytalented&lt;br /&gt;-andcanonlyposearoundwithanepiphoneguitar&lt;br /&gt;-thinkingitssomethinggood&lt;/i&gt; (holy shit, that's long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;s&gt;you'd be stupid to believe that i love these kind of people, suckers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Five things you would do if you were a millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;   I'd prefer to be a multi-millionaire/billionaire or better.&lt;br /&gt;   and if i were, i'd do:&lt;br /&gt;a. get me a bigger, spankier crib&lt;br /&gt;b. get me a few cars and dirt bikes&lt;br /&gt;c. host major parties for the people i love&lt;br /&gt;d. buy major designer companies, and get the designers to work for me&lt;br /&gt;e. donate some money to charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Five things you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;a. hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;b. eat good food&lt;br /&gt;c. watch movies and tv shows&lt;br /&gt;d. oogle at hot babes&lt;br /&gt;e. get to know/hang out with hot babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Five things you will never get?&lt;br /&gt;a. total freedom&lt;br /&gt;b. married&lt;br /&gt;c. laid&lt;br /&gt;d. &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;oh wait, i've got tons of white hair, i am&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five favorites?&lt;br /&gt;a. friends&lt;br /&gt;b. games&lt;br /&gt;c. movies&lt;br /&gt;d. hot babes&lt;br /&gt;e. rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Five people t do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;a. jiahui&lt;br /&gt;b. audrey&lt;br /&gt;c. dinesh&lt;br /&gt;d. ailin&lt;br /&gt;e. zhiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, found out that i've another quiz to do. &lt;font size="5"&gt;KAILUU!&lt;/font&gt; (haha, okay, that's totally random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;. i'm short&lt;br /&gt;. my hair's short too&lt;br /&gt;. my hair's too thin&lt;br /&gt;. i wanna have hair similar to chee-ouh-dohs' foreman&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;i&gt;eyedontplaytheguitar :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. i'm a lousy cyclist&lt;br /&gt;. i'm seriously attracted to girls with sexy thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/chiodos01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/chiodos01.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is be chee-ouh-dohs, as usual, the foreman is in the front &lt;font size="1"&gt;(like, &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt; !)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me&lt;br /&gt;. ghosts&lt;br /&gt;. pitch-black darkness&lt;br /&gt;. crazy people&lt;br /&gt;. black metal&lt;br /&gt;. being alone&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;i&gt;cocksuckingarmpit&lt;/i&gt; loud thunder&lt;br /&gt;. my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music at the moment&lt;br /&gt;. SKA&lt;br /&gt;. Post-Hardcore&lt;br /&gt;. Pop-Punk&lt;br /&gt;. Classical&lt;br /&gt;. Metal-core&lt;br /&gt;. Power-Pop&lt;br /&gt;. Power-Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i say the most&lt;br /&gt;. Eh, like shit.&lt;br /&gt;. Some comment about something&lt;br /&gt;. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;. What the...?&lt;br /&gt;. Walao&lt;br /&gt;. You know you love me!&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Eyelovesexythighs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people to do this&lt;br /&gt;. kai&lt;br /&gt;. caroline&lt;br /&gt;. shumei&lt;br /&gt;. wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word verification at the end of every post is beginning to make me irate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-grumbles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Never resting time&lt;br /&gt;Leads summer on&lt;br /&gt;Leads summer on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115112024532496987?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115112024532496987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115112024532496987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115112024532496987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115112024532496987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/gmorning-there-cerealchocmilkpotatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115102104198151674</id><published>2006-06-23T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:04:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my son, can't believe that i'm blogging this early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been great, lemme summarize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught yet another movie with kailuu and carrot, this time is &lt;b&gt;scary movie4&lt;/b&gt;. the show's fucking funny lah, but it gets kind of lame towards the end. as most of you should know, scary movie's in the comedy genre (&lt;b&gt;NO! NOT A HORROR MOVIE&lt;/b&gt;). they make fun of other movies by using their ideas and scenes and do something hardcore lame with them. haha, its totally like shit (in a funny way)! i bet most of you pirates downloaded it instead of catching it in the cinemas, you armpits. but the boring part of the movie is that, its obvious that some scenes have been cut out and that its too short (1hr &amp;amp; 15mins). boooooooooooooooriiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pool&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh shit lah, been playing too much pool as of late. but i've been playing really consistently as of late. managed to draw off with kai and lose to wehweh by 1 ball (seriously not bad, wei's fucking good). but the place that we went to play at yesterday really sucked. the tables were fucking small and they only played reggae.&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this fag at the table right beside us. i fucking hated him the minute he opened his mouth. everytime one of us were in the way, he'd go "excuse" in that damn &lt;i&gt;cheena/bengwannabe&lt;/i&gt; manner. fucking pissed me off &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soccer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us dudes have been playing soccer as well. and as usualy, wei's been fooling around. too bad that we don't have a video of it, its daaaaaaaaaaamn funny. &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. he's been doing his nigger impressions, i bet boon would love it &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's actually more pics, but i can't get my hands on 'em.&lt;br /&gt;so...yeah...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's poison in my drinking glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't stop, just sip it down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in a swirling masquerade of sound &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My body hits the ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm beautiful when I'm asleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martini kisses land &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my blistered bloody scarlet lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottle's in my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115102104198151674?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115102104198151674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115102104198151674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115102104198151674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115102104198151674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-son-cant-believe-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115098489362589473</id><published>2006-06-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:01:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there, i don't really have the time, mood and energy to do a major blog update. anyway, here's some pictures of days past. enjoy, more pics coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/sexypants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/sexypants.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/oldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/oldman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/nice%20guitars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/nice%20guitars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/muneh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/muneh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/ehhhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/ehhhhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-115098489362589473?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115098489362589473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=115098489362589473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115098489362589473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/115098489362589473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-there-i-dont-really-have-time-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-115068204879027300</id><published>2006-06-19T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:22:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there, cerealchocmilkpotatoes, been an effing long time since i last updated you. lots of stuff happened over the &lt;em&gt;23872357436594365years &lt;/em&gt;that have passed. i can't recall everything and even if i do, it won't be in detail. i'll try to put everything in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1000000 million years ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up damn early, had cycling training that day and i was superhyper. but the day was more of a tragedy for me, &lt;i&gt;eyebustedmybike :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drafting one of my seniors when he suddenly swerved right 'cos of some bigconcreteblock, i tried to do the same but my pedal kind of clipped onto the thing and the rear-end of my bike went vertical which in turn, caused me to tumble forward like some rotten papaya or whatnot. had really bad bruises thanks to the fall, i have one exceptionally big one on my right elbow. and i hurled thanks to the fall. but all that went out was water, lots of it at that. suddenly blogging about cycling bores me, shall move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, something tells me that i can't really arrange shit in chronological order so i'll just catagorize them in whatever way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went so watch "Silent Hill" on thursday with Kai, Caroline and Shumei. The original plan was to watch with Kai and Carrot but Shoe-mei (oh my son, shumei if you're reading this, kai started it! HAHA, damn hilarious) kind of tagged along at the last minute, you can consider the girl to be really lucky as shit unfolds.Met Kai at Compass Point before we went to get the tickets, play some &lt;i&gt;reallycheappool&lt;/i&gt; somewhere near Peace Centre and to collect his KORG FX pedal (the pool and collection part...i'll blog about it in another segment, now on to the movie). It was only last minute that Kai and i discovered that Shoe-mei was watching the movie with us. i was kind of in a state of panic as we had one more underaged head to sneak into an &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;NC16&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; movie, but kai was confident that we could sneak her in with total ease.Kai went to get another ticket and it so happens that Shoe-mei was lucky enough to get a seat on a row located right below us. Nottoolongafter, we entered the theatre, "the moment of truth" (heck, this sounds fucking corny/cliche/whathaveyou). lots of people were outside the entrance to the theatres (perfect condition to sneak in, heck the ticketcollectors didn't give a hoot).&lt;br /&gt;the movie was about to start when this &lt;i&gt;reallyreallytall&lt;/i&gt; couple sat infront of Kai and i (that's it, i knew that my movie experience was gonna be ruined courtesy of some black bump blocking the screen).&lt;br /&gt;i shall refrain from blogging about the movie, won't ruin the experience for those who're gonna watch it. i'd only give it a thumbs-up for the gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing tons of pool lately. the most recent one was last night. we played in teams. oh yeah, i forgot to introduce &lt;i&gt;POMVandgang&lt;/i&gt; to you guys. shall do it later. anyway, there were 5 of us playing originally then justin came from his classes. eh shit, don't really have the pics. shall update another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/wei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/wei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's wei in the foreground and me, looking like a total fool, giving him a little anal pleasure (HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/Da%20Match.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/Da%20Match.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/fuck%20la..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/fuck%20la..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is be Kai, missing yet another shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/justinsh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/justinsh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is justin, the drummer, gonna miss that shot too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/parkjisung.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/parkjisung.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARK JI SUNG! haha, nawh, that's Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, back from where i left. been playing lots of pool, there was one incident yesterday where park ji sung(z) and i lost because my cue rebounded off the cushion and proded the black 8-ball into &lt;i&gt;somefuckingpocket&lt;/i&gt; when the both of us were leading wei and shawn by 6 balls (can you fucking imagine that?!). but i was seriously on-form that day, unlike on wednesday/thursday where i lost to kai &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;5timesinarow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. anyway, i liked the look of the place (it was really posh, the tables looked grand, there was a snack bar and there was a projection screen airing channel 27[the WC channel]). but the price is atrocious, $8.90/hour and we had to pay a total of $43++ (heck, we played for like...&lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;POMV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, i met POMV after the movie on thursday, these dudes are really cool and fun. and i mea seriously fun. i was kind of reluctant to go home early so i decided to tag along with kai to weiwen's place. the dude lives in lentor (&lt;i&gt;richman's land&lt;/i&gt;). kai had difficulty remembering where wei lived and we walked along the same stretch of road for say, &lt;i&gt;78343847423347593756&lt;/i&gt;times?&lt;br /&gt;finally reached wei's place, its kind of empty lah as he'd usually be in taiwan. it was there that i got to met part of POMV. wait a minute, i only got to meet Nikhil and Z(Ze Wen). HAHA. Nihkil is Wei's neighbour and Z is Wei's brother. the dude has one really cool tattoo on his wrist, gotta upload a photo of it soon, you guys are gonna love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only on friday that i got to meet the rest of the band during streetsoccer. met Justin(drums), Shawn(guitar), Jeremy aka Jay Lee Zee("&lt;i&gt;andgang&lt;/i&gt;" part of POMV) and Vinod(another one of the "&lt;i&gt;andgang&lt;/i&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nightlife&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nightlife's been pretty active as of late (y'know, WC and all...). slept over at Kai's place on saturday night and stayed at Wei's place will late on thursday. didn't do any major stuff during the sleepover. played Kai's 360, listened to him meddle around with his FX pedal and watch a few videos (music vids, not "blue" shit). Kai's a really sleeper who nods off in a fortress (he's got millions of pillows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, this is one hell of a post. anyways, i is be signing off now. catch y'all niggaz on da flip side, peace out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something She Left In Me Remains Im&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart, Proceeded To It's Banishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blame May Hang Upon Your Chest&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/24582345-115068204879027300?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115068204879027300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BACK FROM CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the TAS camp at Berkelah was super great and i had a helluva good time hiking up and down the waterfall. heck, i'm gonna keep good memories of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not gonna blog about it tonight, maybe tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer That And Stay Fashionable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114760933914322887?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.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-24582345.post-114721875083727679</id><published>2006-05-10T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T08:10:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't really feel like posting up a major blog update, but i wanna say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FUCKING MISS JAMMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, been an effing long time since i last entered a jamming studio. and i intend to do so soon, as soon as i pick up a guitar and join a band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't really feel like blogging about the camp, but i'll do it some other time. i've another camp coming up this thursday and i'll be back in singapore this coming sunday. you people enjoy yourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Screamed, "From my Eyes, Flow Compassion For You!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114721875083727679?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114721875083727679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a little update, i won't be coming online till monday. i'll be having a camp, so...yeah. you people take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live, Love, Burn, Die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114618322521028621?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114618322521028621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114618322521028621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114618322521028621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cute. i don't really know everyone from my class, so if you're not mentioned, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;my class is kind of cool lah. being all boys, there's lots of hoo-haa going on (in a fun way, DUH!). i don't know who to start with...&lt;br /&gt;i know!&lt;br /&gt;let's start with RUSDY! rus, he's indonesian and kinda cool lah. you can speak malay, english and chinese with him. like, HOW COOL IS THAT?! (gee, that's all i have to say about him)&lt;br /&gt;next, SHA! sha LOVES MINAH TUDUNGS! HAHAHA. everytime we see one, we'll tease him. first, us dudes point out the girl to him. next, ivor (i'll talk about him later) will walk up to the girl and would point out sha to her and ask for her number. then, all of us will laugh like hell. there was this one time, sha was too embarassed that he ran and hid in the toilet for who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;okay, next is ivor. this dude...is the kind of over-the-edge type. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;ming kai, super tall and kind of fun. (shit lah, was super enthusiastic to do this blog. and now, i've no mood at all)&lt;br /&gt;jesper, soccer dude and i hang with him A LOT! he's got a thing with the senior babes in the school.&lt;br /&gt;kelvin, he looks DAMN OLD. he looks like he's 20-ish.&lt;br /&gt;and jaren as well. he looks as though he's already completed his NS, he's ALWAYS late for classes AND...! (cue the drum-roll) HE OWNS A DIRT BIKE! i think its 125cc, sounds kind of high-pitched for a 200.&lt;br /&gt;there's naga too, kind of an ex-mama (i think).&lt;br /&gt;there's charles, he's super big.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX! rugby dude, big build. i wish i have his bod.&lt;br /&gt;there are other dudes lah, but i can't seem to recall their names. bummerful.&lt;br /&gt;so, shall update some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once Again, Your Eyes Make It Hard To Say Goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heck, I'll Just Say It Anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114605518331818520?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114605518331818520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114605518331818520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114605518331818520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114605518331818520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/since-school-has-started-and-all-lemme.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-114584251408495297</id><published>2006-04-24T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:16:12.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came super early to school and found out that i don't have that lesson for this week, &lt;strong&gt;BALLS.&lt;/strong&gt; and my next lesson is at 10am. heck, let's do a questionaire that i found on din's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Survey About Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time are you starting this?:&lt;/strong&gt; 0913&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name?:&lt;/strong&gt; Munir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicknames?:&lt;/strong&gt; Moo, MooMoo, NiEr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of birth?:&lt;/strong&gt; 2nd Sept 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex?:&lt;/strong&gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height?: &lt;/strong&gt;was 161 the last time i checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye color: &lt;/strong&gt;slightly brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you born?: &lt;/strong&gt;Singapore, SGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of candles on your last birthday cake?:&lt;/strong&gt; can't recall when i last had a birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets?: &lt;/strong&gt;none at the moment, expecting 1 or 2 kittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair color?: &lt;/strong&gt;black, slightly tainted (using clay and wax too frequently does have its downsides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/strong&gt; none, whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Town you live in?: &lt;/strong&gt;currently residing in Sengkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite foods?: &lt;/strong&gt;not too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been to Africa?:&lt;/strong&gt; nope, and i don't intend to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been toilet papering?: &lt;/strong&gt;huh...? you mean pranking with toilet paper? nawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love someone so much it made you cry?: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah, EMO-MEMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a car accident?: &lt;/strong&gt;nawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Croutons or bacon bits?:&lt;/strong&gt; haven't tried either, so...yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite day of the week?:&lt;/strong&gt; Thursday, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite resturant?: &lt;/strong&gt;damn, as long as there's good food i'm cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite flower?:&lt;/strong&gt; don't really do flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sport to watch?:&lt;/strong&gt; Moto-X Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite drink?:&lt;/strong&gt; Green Tea and Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor?: &lt;/strong&gt;Double Fudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warner Bros. or Disney?:&lt;/strong&gt; Warner Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite fast food restuarant?: &lt;/strong&gt;Long John Silver's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carpet color in your bedroom?: &lt;/strong&gt;no carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times did you fail your driver's test?:&lt;/strong&gt; haven't taken it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whom did you get your last email from?:&lt;/strong&gt; my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?: &lt;/strong&gt;don't have a credit card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you enjoy doing most when you're bored?: &lt;/strong&gt;play some games, look for people to play soccer with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most annoying thing to say to me?: &lt;/strong&gt;a lot of things irritate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedtime?:&lt;/strong&gt; i try to sleep around 9.30pm, gota wake up at 5.30 most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite TV show?:&lt;/strong&gt; gee, though one. i'll get back to you on that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you went out to dinner with?:&lt;/strong&gt; my family, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been out of country?:&lt;/strong&gt; yawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in magic?: &lt;/strong&gt;its just logic lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ford or Chevy?:&lt;/strong&gt; i prefer Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?: &lt;/strong&gt;The Great Dividers by Unearth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever failed a grade?: &lt;/strong&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have, what grade did you fail?:&lt;/strong&gt; like i said, i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a bf/gf?: &lt;/strong&gt;nope, both a happy and sad thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, what is their name?:&lt;/strong&gt; don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long have you been together?:&lt;/strong&gt; inaccplicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing right now?: &lt;/strong&gt;Everlast T-shirt and Levis Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you have sex before marriage?:&lt;/strong&gt; no, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a crush on any of your teachers?: &lt;/strong&gt;haha, hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a virgin?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smoke?:&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink?:&lt;/strong&gt; a few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ghetto?:&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a player?:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your favorite colors?: &lt;/strong&gt;black, white and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite animal?:&lt;/strong&gt; i love their young, so every animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any birthmarks?:&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever gotten your ass kicked?: &lt;/strong&gt;eh, one or two times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you talk to most on the phone?: &lt;/strong&gt;uhm...my mummy! haha, no lah. boogiwoogi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been slapped?: &lt;/strong&gt;hyaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get online a lot?:&lt;/strong&gt; a real big lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you shy or outgoing?:&lt;/strong&gt; a good mix of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you shower?: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate school?: &lt;/strong&gt;nawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a social life?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How easily do you trust people?: &lt;/strong&gt;super easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a secret people would be surprised knowing?:&lt;/strong&gt; eh...YEAH! i'm terrified of sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever sky dive?: &lt;/strong&gt;guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to dance?:&lt;/strong&gt; i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been out of state?: &lt;/strong&gt;there are no states in Singapore, sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to travel?:&lt;/strong&gt; hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been expelled from school?:&lt;/strong&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been suspended from school?:&lt;/strong&gt; no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to get out of your hometown?:&lt;/strong&gt; its a small place, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you spoiled?:&lt;/strong&gt; no, i'm utterly deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a brat?: &lt;/strong&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been dumped?:&lt;/strong&gt; throughout all my relationships, i'm the one who gets dumped, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever gotten high?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, but i don't do drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like snapple?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink a lot of water?: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What toothpaste do you use?:&lt;/strong&gt; darlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a cell phone?: &lt;/strong&gt;fuck, don't remind me. i don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a curfew?: &lt;/strong&gt;curfew, no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you look up to?:&lt;/strong&gt; eh, nobody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a role model?:&lt;/strong&gt; highly doubt so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been to Six Flags or Cedar Point?:&lt;/strong&gt; eh, where is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What name brand do you wear the most?:&lt;/strong&gt; globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of jewelry do you wear?: &lt;/strong&gt;none, whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want pierced?: &lt;/strong&gt;middle part of my lip, or maybe to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like takin pictures?: &lt;/strong&gt;of others, not myself. not really much of a photogenic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like gettin your picture taken?:&lt;/strong&gt; no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a tan?:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, thanks to my 1/2 day soccer session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get annoyed easily?:&lt;/strong&gt; by certain people, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever started a rumor?: &lt;/strong&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have your own phone or phone line?:&lt;/strong&gt; wish i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have your own pool?:&lt;/strong&gt; i soon will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer boxers or briefs?: &lt;/strong&gt;boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, this thing is &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING LONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cigarettes And Open Air, Hand In Hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114584251408495297?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114584251408495297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114584251408495297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114584251408495297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114584251408495297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/came-super-early-to-school-and-found.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-114578898375821290</id><published>2006-04-23T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:46:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my son! i haven't been blogging in a freaking long time, please forgive me for that. lots have happened during the past few weeks, poly orientation, bla bla bla and lots of hoo-haa! i'll try to recall as much as i type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family has a new addition to the family, &lt;strong&gt;A NEW CAR!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. mummy said "we need to change the car for something with up-to-date functions." bullshit. she just wants a new car lah. anyway, she got a Peugeot 307. great, just what we need, another french car (we used to own a Renault Megane Classic). i kind of wanted an Alfa Romeo but its kind of out of my family's income, bummer. anyway, our car dealer is this bung (whoa, the oldest bung i've met) who's effing funny and animated, Drue Kathy Chiam, effing unique name and it freaking suits her (if you get what i mean). i kind of felt uber sad leaving the Megane, handing it over to someone else, my heart really sank. the 307's kind of more exciting than the old Megane, she looks a 'lil bit sexier and has a Tiptronic gear, semi-auto cum automatic gear. too bad we can't really push her since she's brand new and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i can't seem to recall of what has happened except for the orientation which is freaking recent. i hate my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, had my orientation. eh heck lah...don't really feel like blogging. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa-nyway, baby asked me to do a little something that i've done before. but what the heck, ill do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 qualities of my perfect lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender: &lt;/strong&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; personality: someone's who spontaneous, funny and &lt;strong&gt;NO AP PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt; esp minahs, two good examples are my mum and sister. oh yeah, someone who i won't get bored of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;looks: heck, i'd be a liar if looks don't matter. I WANT SOMEONE HOT! her thighs are especially important. i don't know why, but i'm attracted to thighs (maybe that's why i can't keep my eyes off sexy thighs paired with shorts or mini-skirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;interests: share at least a few similar interests as i do, namely music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;availability: i want her to be the most of the time, heck i'd love to spend most of my time with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;confidante: someone i can confide in, heck my life's a total wreck lah, mummy driving me mad and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm starting to run out of what i want&lt;br /&gt;heck, i guess i'm not that picky to come up with 7 regulations! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look At All Those Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look At How Goddamn Ugly The Stars Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114578898375821290?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114578898375821290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114578898375821290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114578898375821290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114578898375821290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-son-i-havent-been-blogging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-114472973782698363</id><published>2006-04-11T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:28:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awh, hell no. i was blogging halfway and my browser closed all thanks to some stupid popup. stupid mozilla, it claims to block &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL POPUPS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, retyping everything will just kill me. i'm dead bored. simply put, i was dead bummed after Arsenal's defeat two nights ago and i slept almost immediately after that. see, the thing is that i don't fall asleep that easily unless i've been doing something really strenuous earlier on. and the only thing that can put me to sleep is music. heck, this shows how much my life revolves around music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been a total bore recently. me being grounded and all. yes, i know, a 17-year-old being grounded sounds ridiculous. but i'm not totally grounded, heh. heck, i don't really have the mood to complete this post and this is a suprisingly short post considering what happened yesterday. bah, shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO?! BRAD PITT?! OH, YOU MEAN ARMPIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114472973782698363?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114472973782698363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114472973782698363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114472973782698363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114472973782698363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/awh-hell-no.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-114446787207942065</id><published>2006-04-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:00:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these past few days have been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTAL BUMMER&lt;/span&gt;. yes, that's right. i had a super freaky dream that didn't make sense yet scared the living hell out of me, my router caught fire (yes, it really did) and my msn messnger is irritating the balls off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, this super freaky dream. its the reason why i'm blogging first thing in the morning so that i won't forget anything. this dream was about me being super late for school. and the most classic part was that i forgot which school i was accepted into. anyway, this nightmare begun with me at the bus stop somewhere opposite my place and the bus was super late so i decided to flag a cab (and at the same time, some woman beside me decided to do the same thing as well, too bad lady, i'm ahead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;). i boarded the cab and headed to who-knows-where as i forgot which school i was attending. i then directed the cab driver over to my place and we ended up in bedok (for those who don't know, i reside in sengkang), where my aunt and cousin reside (well, they used to live here, but they moved to sengkang as well). i was like "eh?! how did we end up here and since when did bedok look so similar to sengkang?" went up to their place and my cousin followed me down as well. the weirdest thing was my cousin's now the taxi driver. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?! WTF?! &lt;/span&gt;oh my son, i'm starting to forget the details. damn, shouldn't daydream.&lt;br /&gt;-slams head against desk repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;and it was then that i remembered that i was in JC instead of poly (like how cool is that?! i can see hot, horny babes in uniform! -beams). we headed over to my place from there to take some forms.&lt;br /&gt;we reached my place and the forms were nowhere to be found (bloody hell, i'm in deep shit. i'm just lucky this is a chaotic dream that i'm enjoying) went back to the cab and the rest of my immediate family were inside (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HECK?! WTF IS GOING ON?! WHY IS EVERYONE PSYCHIC IN MY DREAM?!&lt;/span&gt;) my mum then told us to go over to dover and i took the wheel and i started driving keiichi tsuchiya style (for the benefit of those who don't know, keiichi is my hero. HE'S THE DRIFT KING!) which was kind of amazing due to the reason that i'm driving a TAXI, and a super old one at that. anyway, kept ramming the cab into other taxis. we were in this downward spiral and i decided to drift (AHA! DRIFTING IN A TAXI, MY SON THAT'S SO COOL!). we reached dover and my mum said that i was in Dover JC (heck, doesn't exist. this is turning out to be stupid) stupid became my dream, so i decided that its time for me to wake up, give albert a big hug and a big whiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to the router-catching-fire thing. you people should know that its been raining as though its the monsoon these past few days with lots of thunder and lightning to go with. and to be honest, i was super terrified. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA! &lt;/span&gt;anyway, for some stupid reason my dad had to play with the power transformer for the router (what it has to do with the thunderstorms, i have no idea). so happened it was raining, the lightning caused a little extra power to run through the wires and my router got overheated as a result. first my dad, sister and i smelt smoke but dismissed it as some vehicle downstairs (we live on the 2nd floor). the smell then got stronger and smoke was coming out from my parents' room. i went in and...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY $200++ WIRELESS ROUTER WAS ON FIRE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dgveiry678396537856ferfutegfuigr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heck, i shant blog more on this, its heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my msn. you know, i have a ridiculously lousy computer and msn messenger hangs whenever its connected and it'll disconnect itself. uhm...yeah...so sorry if its irritating you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hang Him Instantly&lt;br /&gt;Pluck Out His Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rip The Haunting Smirk From His Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114446787207942065?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114446787207942065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114446787207942065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114446787207942065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114446787207942065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-past-few-days-have-been-total.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-114414164472800745</id><published>2006-04-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:41:01.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, i'm blogging today. finally, a proper post for this blog. and i am soooooo not in the mood to update. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;aa-nyway, i'd like to thank a few people for helping me make this blog possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, dinesh. he helped me come up with the idea and he was the one who encouraged me to draw the figure that you see over to your left. (looks kind of retarded, doesn't it?) i think i'm gonna come up with a new sketch for this blog, my current template looks kind of bland, don't you agree? speaking of dinesh, you should take a look at his blog, kinda nice  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;hilarious. wonder if he's using "The Taco Song" as the background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, jonah. haha, thanks to the lazy and destructive bastard, you see the final and edited version of the wallpaper you see. i think i should post the sketches, yeah i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMANDA LEE. YOU DODO-BIRD! YOU PROMISED YOU'D HELP ME WITH THE BLOODY JAVASCRIPT!&lt;/span&gt; heck, i did it myself anyway. amanda helped with some final tweaks in the blog. the alignment of the background and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPITALIZED&lt;/span&gt; words you see as you click on the javascript buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the credits are done, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON TO THE BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that you people know how to navigate around the blog, right? clever you! but for the benefit of those who don't know, you should click on the words you see at the bottom. "DYSLEXIA" leads you to my posts, "ANOREXIA" leads you to the profile of the author or me for that matter, "IRATE" brings out the tagboard and "SUBLIME" brings you to my links. but i think that what i just typed out won't be of much help for those who don't know how to navigate around my blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUMMERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a little announcement, my blog isn't really complete as you can see. the "ANOREXIA" part of the blog isn't really complete. i kind of wanna leave an author's note thing there. i guess that's about it for today, shall update some other time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There Are No Penguins In Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/675/320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the edited and darkened sketch&lt;br /&gt;(i couldn't find the original one, curses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114414164472800745?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114414164472800745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114414164472800745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114414164472800745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114414164472800745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-promised-im-blogging-today.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24582345.post-114405037842374806</id><published>2006-04-03T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:46:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello new template! I won't be posting stuff today, but i will start updating this blog come Tuesday. If there are any complaints whatsoever, do leave it in the tagboard or contact me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24582345-114405037842374806?l=cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114405037842374806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24582345&amp;postID=114405037842374806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114405037842374806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24582345/posts/default/114405037842374806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerealchocmilkpotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-new-template-i-wont-be-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>muneh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340787326561017165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
