tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57205442011-08-17T23:45:30.100+08:00kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-67560012321239520082009-01-26T11:13:00.004+08:002009-01-26T11:21:32.299+08:00

Happy Lunar New Year people!!Time to collect Ang Baos Galore!!!Sorry about the late replies/no shows the past week as I've been terribly busy with interviewing freshies and stuff!!! Guess it's up to me to balance my life!!Anyway, I'm off to frag more Bak Kua, chocolate coins, and Gua Zi(black not red)!!!Not to mention the most important of all.......Red packets with $$$ inside!!!*Ka-ching

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-5893153360308700682008-10-26T08:01:00.009+08:002008-10-26T17:54:07.037+08:00

Got upset today because of a scriptwriter's whim to make a father sign the death warrant for his unborn baby to save his wife.Fuck this shit.Like seriously.Even though it's just some stupid Taiwanese Drama, it made me super mad and pissed off and sad. It's not real, but you never know. The world is so wide and huge and shit happens in real life that you wouldn't even dare to dream about in your

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-87026708179385673272008-10-09T04:33:00.004+08:002008-10-09T21:31:20.619+08:00

Happiness comes in Limited Amounts...Squander at your own risk!!And Fiona Sit is CUTE!!!

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Sometime when He fucks things up badlyHe wishes He could just say SorryAnd Things would be the sameThe way before He came

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-331319499334113352008-05-27T05:51:00.000+08:002008-05-27T18:40:28.837+08:00

Just came back from chilling with a couple of friends. Touched upon a couple of Serious Issues. From Relationship Issues to Aims in Life to How to React when a Girl you're trying to Pick Up says she's Attached (W T F!!!)We approached the issues from our personal perspectives and came out with multiple answers. But I realised that.....it's just like when you're writing a GP Essay....there's no one

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Another quiet night.Another emo song.

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What Kerk MeansYou are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your

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Today I concluded that all the nice Chinese songs are damn emo.Today I found out that bad boys are hot.Today I was stoning in a toilet cubicle and realised Life is what you make out of it.Today I saw Junyi for the last time for a loooooong time.Today I danced like a queen and enjoyed myself.Today I slept from 430-730pm 'cause 2 pints of Golden Ale made me sleepy.Today I realised that girls with

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Sad but true.People seem to only remember the bad things that other people do to them.Acts of kindness and sacrifice are as easily tossed to the back of your memory as the face of the stranger you were dancing with in the club.Years of friendship destroyed by a few unkind words.Love lost for a few angry statements.It's hard to forgive and harder to forget.You might say, "It's ok, I forgive you."

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-47331725603989701752008-02-09T04:24:00.000+08:002008-02-09T04:19:32.534+08:00

Why do people drink?Peer pressure?A fresh experience?Or to forget their troubles?Nowadays when I drink, I seem to hit the Wall pretty fast.So wtf is the Wall anyway??It's when I get beyond the 'High' part of drinking and sink into the deep thinking part. Like wondering if anything I do ever matters when in a couple of decades or so, I'm not even gonna be on this Earth.Or what will happen when I

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You wake up and discover you're late for school/work/meeting foong, ky or any IS guy.You skip your breakfast/brunch/dammit it could even be dinner.You arrive and everyone gives you the why-the-fug-are-you-late-AGAIN face.You're hungry and can't pay attention to what's going on, leaving you to be known as the guy who ignores everybody and is stoning his ass off.You finally get the chance to eat

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-61245013155884192632007-09-12T01:26:00.000+08:002007-09-12T08:24:54.880+08:00

An Itch is a paradoxical thing of being. Its existence consists of calling attention to itself so that it may be replaced with a different sensation, usually that of pain. The Itch thus appears to be the greatest loser in the universe. It has apparently no other purpose in life except to actively seek its own demise. It's definitely one of the most hated things in the world, what with a thousand

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-12669991771299987452007-06-23T05:37:00.000+08:002007-06-23T21:53:24.601+08:00

364 games.226 goals.82 assists.3 EPL titles.2 FA Cups.2 Charity Shields.1 Unbeaten Season.Countless Magical Moments.Sometimes you just have to see it for yourself.Thanks for the memories.Au Revoir Daniel !!

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Questions without answers.Answers without meaning.Meaning without understanding.Understanding without questioning.

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Sarcasm.It comes from the Greek word 'sarkasmos' meaning 'to tear flesh'. (Everything Greek is cool thanks to "300". Or rather Spartan, but I sure wouldn't want to get whipped as a kid. At least not by somebody without a lovely pair of twins. And by that I don't mean balls.)It is strongly associated with irony, with some definitions classifying it as a type of verbal irony intended to insult or

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-49085823923031482132007-03-02T20:53:00.000+08:002007-03-02T21:53:13.785+08:00

Ladies(if there's any) and Gentlemen, let's put together a warm round of applause for our new colleague, Tagboard. Although some of you might be wondering about the similarity in name and appearance with our previous colleague, I assure you that it is merely a coincidence.As we all know, the company was left in a state of limbo after our not-so-beloved-CEO-for-life decided to take an extended

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Everytime we say goodbyeI die a littleEverytime we say goodbyeI wonder why a littleWhy the gods above meWho must be in the knowThink so little of meThey allow you to go

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After a few drinks and some nicotine intoxication later, every lyric of every bloody song seems to ring oh-so-true."25 years(2 more years to go) and my life is still trying to climb that great big hill of hope for a destination." - 4 Non-blondes"Like a clown I put on a show. The pain is real even if nobody knows. Now I'm cryin' inside and nobody knows it but me." - Tony Rich project"I'm here

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The Boy Next DoorRandom Gentle Love DreamerKind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather.

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1167936056135509402007-01-05T02:38:00.000+08:002007-01-05T02:42:56.540+08:00

We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and whenAlthough I wasn't there, he said I was his friendWhich came as a surprise I spoke into his eyesI thought you died alone, a long long time agoOh no, not meWe never lost controlYou're face to faceWith The Man Who Sold The WorldI laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back homeI searched for form and land, for years and years I roamedI gazed a

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1165346797978698132006-12-06T03:28:00.000+08:002006-12-07T18:42:40.306+08:00

*Ahem*Hello. Testing one, two, three. Dammit. It's a guy again. It wasn't that long ago that fathers beat the crap out of their boys when I showed up in fear of them turning gay. But then again, it wasn't that long ago that fathers beat the crap out of their boys even when I didn't show up. Hell, it still happens. But hey, that ain't my problem. You can go check out my brother Angry, our

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1161027610822113132006-10-17T03:07:00.000+08:002006-10-17T03:41:17.800+08:00

I almost ended up on tomorrow's news. You know what they say about that though. No news is good news. Well, now I've got you kinda hooked, it's only fair to say what happened.Let's just say that gas stoves, boiling water and dreamland isn't the best concoction around. Anyway, I woke up just in time to see that the boiling water was flowing out of the kettle and putting out the flames in the stove

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Daphne's Meme for me :1. I’ll respond with something random about youI haven’t seen you since 323 days ago.2. I’ll challenge you to try somethingRemember what event that was?(Kerkiemonster : Mimi's pageant.) 3. I’ll pick a colour that I associate with youBlue - cookie monster blue!4. I’ll tell you something I like about youYou’re one of the smartest people I know.5. I’ll tell you my first/

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It's damn funny when she says, "为什么要打我?" and "很标准吗?"LOL!!!Edit: Changed the vid to a shorter version cuz apparently the longer vid hangs v. often.

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1154127355168612052006-07-29T07:03:00.000+08:002006-07-29T08:04:20.383+08:00

Shared a cab with an air stewardess. SIA no less. Was taking cab down to send JY off when I noticed her behind me in all her SIA glory with luggage in tow. So being the nice guy that I am(all tags to the contrary will be deleted 'cause this is my blog and I own you), I offered to share the cab with her.For your info, I did not seek her number or anything. Not only 'cause I was too shy, but the

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Going to blog something about the cheat code for life, jobs, dreams, lan at jx's, music, laughter, standards of restaurants dropping and getting old. Wait. That sounds like a lot of things to type. I'll probably pick just a couple of them.WAIT. This brilliant beyond brilliant idea just struck me. What if I just left this as it is and put it up as an entry. Oh, the wonderful ideas a lazy slacker

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1151244529388895172006-06-25T20:17:00.002+08:002006-06-25T22:08:49.390+08:00

Forgive me if I can't catch up. It hurts. Each and every step of the way. The pain reminds me of a chant we used back in JC rugby. We used to shout it out whenever we pushed our bodies to the limit. It's one of the US Marines' phrases."Pain is weakness leaving the body."Sounds quite psycho no? And yet I wonder everyday, when the pain will go away. Am I really so weak that I have to go through so

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1149643405985750622006-06-07T09:18:00.000+08:002006-06-07T09:25:45.300+08:00

Today was a pretty cool day. Started things off at midnight with supper at Bukit Timah's Al Azhar. Finished up the American Pie Trilogy at Ky's. Back home and discovered the presence of a monitor which has kept me awake 'till now surfing so much porn my connection's almost going burst.And my 7610 usb cable has miraculously revived!! KY!! I uploaded the Bugis pic we took with my phone onto my com.

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1147992883096109422006-05-19T06:38:00.000+08:002006-05-19T06:56:13.250+08:00

Sometimes I feel that I am but a candle. My existence is to give light and warmth to those around me. Yet so often I drip my wax and it burns others. But as I burn, I realise that the light and warmth I give off will become only memories the moment I'm snuffed out. Yet, the dripping wax that has burnt others will solidify and remain.I got this thought from watching a bad movie on TV called "The

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1147129648353944982006-05-09T07:03:00.000+08:002006-05-09T17:20:41.816+08:00

Long entry about Football ahead. Not interested please skip. You'll fall asleep. "Zhng My Sven!!"Sven Eriksson is a smartass. Think about it. By calling up Theo Walcott(17) and Aaron Lennon(19), he has gotten himself into a win-win situation. If England does well with these players, he'll be praised for his ingenuity and boldness. If England fails miserably, he can still defend himself by

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What a blessingWhat a curseTo live in your shadowAs you live in mineWe look outFor each otherAt each otherThere is no otherAlways hiding somewhereOnly to appear from nowhereTo see you at the next cornerSurprises me no longerThey call me vainWhen I look at you againI'm just proud of youDon't want no dirt on youMy greatest criticWhispering my faultsIn that silent voiceHeard with my eyesWe are so

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Went to see the doc today. He was a bit concerned that my bone wasn't healing as fast as it should. Asked me to keep away from fags 'cause smoking slows bone recovery. Zzzzzzz.He was gonna make me continue with the long cast, but changed his mind at the last minute to give me a short cast. Says I should put 10-20% of my body weight on it so that the bone will join together faster.I can bend my

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1145143829627889572006-04-16T07:19:00.000+08:002006-04-16T07:34:40.360+08:00

Just came home after drinking and breakfast with the boys. My mum was awake and instead of questioning my coming home so late, she asked me whether I ate already. My mum loves me a lot. But why?Blood is thicker than water they say, but everyone is an individual in the end. We lead our own lives, so what does it concern another that we are happy? Just because we are family?I feel that everything

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1144698359905114942006-04-11T03:43:00.000+08:002006-04-11T03:46:00.116+08:00

The songs "If tomorrow never comes" and "Feels like Home" played a part in affecting my mood and thoughts for this entry. This is a very long,tedious entry so make sure you got a cup of coffee or some good old Kit Kat with you. Failing that, you can always suck on your thumb.Ok, the mortality issue is really getting to me these past few days. Been sleeping a lot and thinking a lot. I thought

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1144429592202065702006-04-08T00:16:00.000+08:002006-04-08T01:20:40.926+08:00

Got a shocker today when Dennis said that he's got Bell's Palsy aka facial paralysis. The poor guy decided to push his appointment date with the neurologist till after his papers. I realised his appt date is on the same day as mine. Maybe I'll catch him at SGH. Strange coincidence though.Anyway, S was nice enough to take time off her busy scheldule and come visit me when she heard that I was

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Of M.Bisons and Shredders, 5 drone rushes and aesthetically pleasing artistic displays of human interaction in a controlled environment. That's what tonight's conversation on irc was about anyways.So, I logged into my blog account wanting to write something even if it really means nothing. 3 hours on and that something even if it means nothing has translated to a big blank space. I could have

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1143838615962677182006-04-01T05:02:00.000+08:002006-04-01T05:06:15.393+08:00

After spending about 1 month at home, I finally got to go out courtesy of aZ and Junyi. We went Orchard to shop around. I've never made so many heads turn in my life, but thanks to the fantastic designs on my cast, I got a lot of attention from the girls.Expressions ranged from want-to-laugh-but-trying-not-to-laugh to I-wanna-take-another-look-without-anyone-noticing. I'm sure if aZ and Junyi

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1143751900468382762006-03-31T05:03:00.000+08:002006-03-31T04:52:57.493+08:00

I think there are quite a lot of smart people out there who lack that certain something called common sense. I guess common sense isn't that common after all. Let me share a little bit of my common sense with you.1)Sending failed suicide attemptees to JAIL isn't that great an idea. What's that supposed to do? Dissuade them from trying to end their lives again by oh-so-tactfully ruining their

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I have a terrible confession to make. For those of you who've feared the worst, it's true. I am an addict. I've decided to come out of the closet to face my personal demons and to encourage others to do the same also.I shall therefore seek to renounce this addiction. It won't be easy that's for sure. Especially since I'm stuck at home. So please give me your encouragement and remember to mention

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I've got a Stiffy you could probably smash bottles on. Mr Stiffy currently covers 75% of my leg. I can't wait to see the Doc again on the 29th. Hopefully he decides that I'm healing well and cuts Mr Stiffy down to size.Everything looks gloomy for the short-term future. My hours in the gym have gone up in smoke. My social life is wrapped up around the msn n the irc. My right leg muscles are

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So it's a fracture after all. In soft cast now, will 'upgrade' to hard cast on 1st March. Many thanks to /S for bringing me to hospital and sending me back and bringing me down to Q Room and sending me back and for all the words of concern. You guys rock!!So my life's been dumbed down to this. PS2, my beloved computer, tv and bed. Sounds like a dream to many of you Muggers out there but it gets

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It begins when the king is a boy. He has to spend a night alone in the forest, to prove his courage so he can become a king. And while he's spending the night alone, he is visited by a sacred vision.Out of the fire, appears the Holy Grail. A symbol of God's divine grace.And a voice said to the boy: "You shall be keeper of the grail, so that it may heal the hearts of men."But the boy was blinded

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1140344977264371282006-02-19T18:14:00.000+08:002006-02-20T00:48:19.260+08:00

This really sucks. Hurt my shin. Badly. Now I can't walk. Got to go hospital tomorrow to get x-ray done. Can't even hop on one leg properly cuz even hopping causes my injured leg to hurt.Karma at work. I commited a red card-worthy foul on the guy by kicking him as he ran past me. Who's the one hurting now? And he even walked over to apologise for injuring me. I felt like the biggest prick on

kerkiemonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973607997566622623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720544.post-1140204059169174632006-02-18T02:51:00.000+08:002006-02-18T03:20:59.216+08:00

Opened my V-day present on thurs. GuyLian chocs. Someone gave me GuyLian chocs last time too for "Friendship Day" aka V-day in disguise. Although this time Godiva chocs were thrown in too. They only served to whip up my appetite for more chocolate.Was deeply disappointed when I found out that Fullerton's Choc Buffet was fully booked this weekend. Fact is I was bitching about it throughout gym '

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Got tagged by Daph so here goes.4 Jobs You’ve Had In Your LifeWaiterWrapping stuff at KonicaUhhhhhhhh...Blow? Just kidding.(Really kidding!!)4 Movies You Could Watch Over And Over AgainThe Parent TrapThe Parent TrapThe Parent TrapThe Parent Trap(Think I've watched it over 20 times on vcd.)4 TV Shows You Love(d) To WatchI Love LucyI Dream of JeannieBewitchedThe Addams Family(Those were the days

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It's yet another late night of listening to sad songs. Everytime I end up at home after a drinking session, I just got to listen to all these sad songs on iTunes. The alcohol makes me more emotional and thus the songs affect me more.But I've been questioning myself. Why do I listen to sad songs? Can't I listen to cheerful ones? Or even dance tracks? But Noooooooooo!! I just MUST listen to these

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酒之家 or 酒菜之家.That's a name that suddenly came to my mind.A good name for a restaurant no?But I think both names might have been taken already?'Cause what with my self-imposed alcohol ban for the past week, this sudden idea popped into my brain. There are so many people out there who love a drink or two. Whisky,Vodka,Beer,Wine. You name it, someone out there loves it.And the notion of cooking

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Haven't woken up in the morning for quite some time, so haven't been hearing "Good Morning!" from anyone in a long time too. What's been occupying my late nights? FFForever,DOTA,supper,DVDs and stuff.(It's ok if you don't know the 1st two terms. You might actually be leading a more fruitful life than mine!!)The recent showers have been irritating at times. Like when we wanted to take cab home

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Just got back from Double O. Lots of things to say, but none as important as this.Merry Christmuackz Everybody!!!

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Some of you might know that I have many weird dreams. Fewer of you will know that I keep a dream diary. That's right. A dream diary. I write down dreams as I remember in as much detail as I can 'cause I find that they somehow reflect an inner me. Or maybe they're so weird and funny I might just publish a book or something. Has anyone published a dream diary book yet?Isn't it funny sometimes when

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Back to Dota, alcohol, chicken rice, supper, clubbing.Won't mind *aesthetically pleasing artistic videos as well.Hope dangles on a strand of Fate.Hope says Hello.Fate says Goodbye.Hope didn't even have time to scream.*commonly known as porn.TricksyB is dead. Long live TricksyB.

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Plucked up the courage to msn S today. In fact, I'm msn-ing her right now. Found her email on a old piece of paper and tried it out. I'm so lucky I can't believe it. I mean who still uses Pacific Net email from like 9 years ago for their MSN.We're talking about the old times and stuff. Seems like she's on her 3rd year in NUS Chem Eng. Going for Industrial Attachment in Tuas next sem. She can

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K, being a primary school smartass, never bothered to study and engaged in all sorts of mischievous endeavours as young, playful boys of his days would. The usual spider-catching, plain catching, pepsi cola 1-2-3 and the oh-so-beloved-hopscotch.Girls were a species to be made fun of, to engage in arguments with and to play the old hit-n-run game. (Of course as they approached upper primary,

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I've had 3 electric shavers this year,1 bought 2 given, and they all suck. From the Braun Activator to the Norelco Speed XL. "What's wrong?" I hear you say. BLOODY HELL EVERYTHING'S WRONG!!!!Kerk's hairgrowth is....incomparable? I spend a week not shaving and I can't recognise me. I'd probably get sold to the circus or something."Welcome to the Freak show. Today we have the New Wolfman!!"Anyway,

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Daphne suggested I post this and as I'm too lazy to update so I did. Do leave the comments yeah.If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your online journal (if you've got one) and be surprised (or

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Boredom stuck out its fucking ugly head as I paced my way through the week reaching the climax known as "The Saturday Evening". As I was dozing with my notes as pillows, aZ called and I picked up. Lucky I did and Yuda picked me up from Queensway as we proceeded to Liquid Kitchen at Upper Thomson to watch soccer and have a drink or two (or three or four but who's counting?)The place was pretty

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Met Kevin on Friday and we went down to Brenda's chalet at East Coast Costa Sands. Reached there and we played mahjong,card games,chatted and watched TV. First night there got me, Kevin, Brenda, Xiao yan, Brenda's bf, Brenda's bro, Brenda's bro's gf and Brenda's aged 13 cousin. We even played Jenga using mahjong tiles!! We stacked all the tiles in a pyramid triangle style and prodded the tiles

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Thank you, Miss you, Love you, Sorry and Goodbye.So many words that I want to say. But you're not there to hear them anymore. I knew it was coming but still I didn't cherish you as much as I could have. Will you forgive me wherever you are?Today was a blur. I woke up and you were sleeping right beside me as always. I didn't realise anything was wrong 'cause you seemed to be always so tired and

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First of all, I'd like to thank Ms Fish. She kept me company the whole night/morning as I put her on repeat mode ad infinitum. Her songs are seriously evergreen.Been talking to a few close friends on the topic of love. 'Cause I'm as sensitive as a porn star's dick after a hard day's work when it comes to love. Sure I've had so many crushes. But I've usually never made any real effort to 'chase'

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I seriously still don't know how we ended up at Weikin's house watching "Boat Trip". But there was a neat part in the show that I don't think anyone paid much attention to. One of the gay guys said that his father refused to talk to him for 20 years because of his sexual preference. But when the dad was dying he told him,"Hector,I have wasted so much time. I am sorry. You are still my son."Got me

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Watched Pool vs Man Utd and it ended in a 0-0. But the Hooters lamb chop not bad. Can try it if u guys are there. Too bad one of the side dishes is a choice of tomato or carrot of which I liked NEITHER.After that me,Yuda,Foong and John were walking around to find another place to drink. We chanced upon this pub called Q's Room and Foong managed to get the offer of $20/jug of beer. So we went in,

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If you guys haven't realised, I love to blog when I've got some alcohol in my bloodstream. Alcohol makes retards of us sometimes, but not for me. Alcohol just brings my deepest thoughts to the surface. That's why you won't see me stumbling over the steps or fumbling for the keys when I've had a couple of drinks. It's called determination-not-to-get-pissed-drunk.I spent the night at Mik's birthday

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As Daphne said, I'm like 12 days late! My 21st was pretty fun. Dinner with the PJ clique and then Europa with IS. Huiyi was sweet enough to come down after her ball and managed to wish me before the stroke of midnight. And she brought along eye candy too. Ha!Then of course we had the BBQ at Weikin's. Lotsa lotsa beer. The lads got me a Thierry Henry Arsenal Jersey. We definitely had a wild time.

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Sent Junxiang off at the airport this morn...Yet another of our gang gone....To Canada no less...Hope you do well there....Can't wait to see you again...Went to Europa just now....First time everyone who went drinks...So we ended up drinking 12 jugs of beer(although I didn't drink as much as the rest as I'm not a beer guy)...We had fun for sure...Talking cock and laughing at silly things...Beer

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I felt so numb today.Was it the alcohol?Even when Yuda(version Sober 1.0) said the pretty stranger beside me said she wanted to know me. I merely shook her hand. Said Hi before finishing the darn vodka bottle, deliberately ignoring her.Something's wrong.Have I lost my passion?And Yuda(version Drunk 1.1) is damn smooth. Surrounded by a couple of girls and managing to make small talk. Do girls love

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The long wait was over.Through the cemetery gate to fulfill the hunger."Here we are now, entertain us!"Jumping, Shouting, Pushing, Shaking, Screaming.Maggots.And then there were 9.Not 1 not 2 not 555 not 666.9.The Masked Salvation had arrived.Tore through the air with weapons of chaos.Each masterly stroke delivered to the head."People = Shit!"What do we care.Maggots.So close to the flames of

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Just the other day, I was smsing Wen that I was playing footsie. She quickly replied, "Uhhhh......I didn't know you're this type of guy." I was taken aback and didn't know what to reply her.Later I found out that "playing footsie" means : To rub one's foot or leg against someone else's, as a way of indicating attraction to them or sexual interest, usually done surreptitiously under the table eg

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Tina's losing faith in what she knowsHates her music hates all of her clothesThinks of surgery and a new noseEvery calorie is a warAnd while she wishes she was a dancerAnd that she's never heard of cancerShe wishes God would give her some answersAnd make her feel beautiful

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