<?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-2948636662664205596</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:27:25.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's komplikated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-5597281328016505014</id><published>2008-11-02T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:55:26.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sudden Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A sudden return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo guys! It's been so long since i've blogged. Many events have passed but i'm not gonna tell you everything. Uh-uh.. What can you do? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you readers might just be wondering:&lt;br /&gt;How's your overall school performance result?&lt;br /&gt;How's life been until now?&lt;br /&gt;What have you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all may(not) know, i'm not a bright student in terms of language and memory. Somehow my strength in studies lies in memorising formulas and numbers. Kinda feel like a nerd. But don't just think that way just yet. I know how to live a life. I stopped computer gaming, well, except for Counter Strike. I work out too, but just not that often. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the overall results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English Language-- 56 &lt;strong&gt;C5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Language-- 51 &lt;strong&gt;C6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Additional Mathematics-- 69 &lt;strong&gt;B3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elementary Mathematics-- 81 &lt;strong&gt;A1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Science (Physics,Chemistry)-- 78 &lt;strong&gt;A1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combined Humanities (Social Studies,Geography)-- 55 &lt;strong&gt;C5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Principles of Accounts-- 86 &lt;strong&gt;A1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L1R4 aggregate: 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L1R5 aggregate: 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as you can see, i'm not really a student who can enter a JC, so i might just aim for a polytechnic instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, wondering how has my life been since my birthday? It's normal actually. Nothing special. Nothing to do, i lazed around like a potato couch indulging myself into the awesome graphics of the Playstation 3. I tried the new game "Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of Patriots" and wow, it's not just a shooting game. It's.. &lt;strong&gt;WOW MAN!! &lt;/strong&gt;I know i sound dorky just because of this sci-fi game. The thing is, i don't even understand the story at all. Guess it is because i never even played the earlier versions. But yeah.. It's still a wow.. I'd give it a 9/10 for first time players and 10/10 for metal gear solid fans. Another awesome thing about this game is that it is able to play the game online. Unfortunately, it isn't much fun as Counter Strike since there are like no players from Singapore and it doesn't have the "guai lan" graphics which counter strike has.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright so anyway, most of the time since 4 October, i've been quite lonely since i've only been to a few dates with her since she her parents doesn't let her out during the holidays due to her quite poor result. What i think is that it really isn't her fault that her results are poor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's totally her parents' fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is, they don't even understand her at all, they use her as a puppet to vent their anger on. Why did i say puppet? Wonder what they do to unwanted puppets? They torcher them like a "souless human". It's like when her father is in a bad mood, he... Never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went to seek help from a family counsellor herself, but in vain. It was completely useless, they just never change. Her mother... She just sat and watch her suffer. And as bitchy as she is, she even indirectly called her a slut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time and time i've been helping her. It did help her cheer up but it was only a temporary effect. She kept saying life's meaningless. She said it was because of me that she's holding on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has no freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a prisoner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again i stressed that both her parents are very inhumane. Saying their daughter as the cause of her grandmother's death when she was the one who kept taking care of her until she passed away. Such childish parents don't have the right to have children. Especially her father, forcing her to kiss him on the cheeks right after getting off the car upon reaching school or else he'll beat her up once she reach home. Not even a police can help her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway, i'll be going out with her next week from tuesday onwards. To bright up her life everyday. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, just a few days ago, more like two days ago, the last day of school. I went out with my buds to play basketball. I tried to do a slam dunk but failed in both tries. I fell about three meters on the second try. But it wasn't anything serious. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing really pissed me off badly. I felt a strong force crashed against my back and my spectacle flew. Well obviously Hock Siong WAS the culprit and i really got pissed because i was already tired and not in a really good mood. So i rushed back at him and lightly ripped his P.E t-shirt. It was like a small fight but we worked it out later. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright I think i'll stop here. I'll try updating frequently again just like last time. :) Goodnight readers! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-5597281328016505014?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/5597281328016505014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=5597281328016505014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5597281328016505014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5597281328016505014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/11/sudden-return.html' title='A Sudden Return'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-2611316955811885527</id><published>2008-10-04T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T04:30:05.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Bobby's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is Bobby's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Bobby, happy birthday to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to my friends Bao Xian and Gino and the guys for not being able to spend my birthday with you all. I spent it with my girlfriend. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am- i woke up and slept for another 15 minutes. :D And then i asked my maid to cook me instant noodle for breakfast. I bathed cowboy style, thinking that i had to rush to my girlfriend's by 9am to start the day. But the longest time spent was 15 minutes of styling my hair. I know i'm weird but i just love to try different style and maintain my styling skills. XD Maybe i can become a hairstylist someday? Lol, fat hope Booby. I washed my hands and sprayed my hair to ensure long lasting results and perfumed my shirt. I then picked my my used clothes and towel and placed them inside a bucket of dirty clothes where my maid will do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15am- &lt;em&gt;Oh gosh, i might be late!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a forced breakfast and packed up my bag for a quick study at the airport later. I mean it's still exam period so i still have to study lah. And when i opened the door and smsed my girlfriend if she had woken up, she said, "FUCK FUCK FUCK SORRY SORRY I JUST WOKE UP!! I didn't hear the alarm sorry sorry i'll rush... I will go out of the house zat 9.45am like that. Sorry sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha it's okay, take your time DUDE~~ Hehe, i also slowly slowly go to your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00am- i just arrived at amk hub and slowly walk to the bus terminal to take either bus 22 or 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow bus 24 left me... Cool~~&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i just waited for another bus and bus number 22 came 10 minutes later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.20am- I reached the bus stop and decided to wait there. She told me that she had stomach pain from eating a forced breakfast. I got slightly angry at her for rushing like that and decided to go to the back gate of her house to fetch her just in case she needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.20am- &lt;em&gt;Wow, she just came out... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Me: C'mon there was something going on tell me..&lt;br /&gt;Her: Nothing... :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lectured?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Haha... No lah...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Liar, your father was lecturing you..&lt;br /&gt;Her: How you know?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your sister told me, it's about sleeping late right?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Why would she tell you? It's more than that. Sorry for making you wait very long.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nevermind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we boarded bus 24 and went all the way to airport terminal 3. Trust me, it IS a study heaven there. It was so FUCKING quiet and bright and cooling at Coffee Club. But it was a restaurant lah, so i ordered a $2 regular coffee so that we can sit there and study. We studied quite a lot until 1pm and there were many things that happened in between, but it's a secret~ It'll be in my diary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00pm- We boarded the train to Harbourfront, again, things happened inside the train. Diary~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.10pm- We reached Harbourfront MRT station and walked to Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.20pm- Just in time, the movie starts at 2.20pm. What movie? House Bunny! Hahaha but before that, my tank is full if you know what i mean. XD So in the theatre, we sat down and watched the show. It was nice, story was nice and surprisingly i was not horny at all. :D Cool i guess. Unfortunately, midway during the screening, her father called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh shit i'll get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You need to answer it in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Nevermind don't care...&lt;br /&gt;Me: But won't he kill you if you don't answer the phone? I mean he hates that right?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Nevermind... Just watch the show... :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh... Don't worry okay... Just bear with it if he's angry with you. Just let his words come in 1 ear come out 1 ear.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching that awesome movie, i was surprised that her father did not scold her. But he was in a good mood instead. Hahaha. But she still complain alot... Haiz... lazy to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm- I accompanied her to the bookstore since she LOVES books a lot. Haha, she's a cool one. After that, i actually planned to go to the Sky Garden with her but unfortunately, she was in a rush to buy pastries for her father in Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm- At Clarke Quay, she bought a dozen of cream puffs? Chocolate and cheese flavoured. And bought 2 extra for us. Haha it was DEEEELICIOUS. God, it's been a LONG LONG time since i ate pastries. Oh and then we boarded bus 80 and... ahahaha... Nothing... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.15pm- She left the bus stop and i boarded bus 24 home... The end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks baby for spending my birthday with me... Even if you had taken risks of going out with me without asking your father and that he'd be angry but fortunately not. :) It meant a lot to me. To tell you the truth, every birthday of mine is just a plain ol' birthday. No one celebrates it. This year's special. I got to celebrate it with you and i had the most fun time i ever had. :) I have loved you for 3 and a half months. Actually more than that lah. And i plan to love you eternally. :) Once again, thank you for today... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-2611316955811885527?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/2611316955811885527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=2611316955811885527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/2611316955811885527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/2611316955811885527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-bobbys-birthday.html' title='Today&apos;s Bobby&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-1515937030179543075</id><published>2008-09-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:53:03.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harsh days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for upcoming exams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch these videos to destress, once again, credits to MadTV and Bobby Lee!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee- The Blind Kung Fu Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ks7dCFrVaI8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee- The Blind Kung Fu Master #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNRRYrnQ11A&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee- The Blind Kung Fu Master #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8J00nYp8ZU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee- The Blind Kung Fu Master #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAZnoQKYAzw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-1515937030179543075?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/1515937030179543075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=1515937030179543075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1515937030179543075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1515937030179543075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-8589345182379339278</id><published>2008-09-15T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:41:47.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's all about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder, is there something wrong with me trying new stuff? Or is there something wrong with other people's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was suppose to go to school at 8.45am. So that meant that i had a lot of time at home from 7.00am onwards. So i decided to try on a new hairstyle just for fun. I look at the style catalog on the wall of the bathroom. I tried to spike my hair like how the guy did for 30 minutes. I was like wow, not bad. I thought there was nothing wrong with it until some said it wasn't nice. What's so bad to just try something new? =.= Even my bag was criticized AGAIN. =.= Haha, anyway i can't spike it like that anymore. 2 reasons: my hair grows quickly and i only spike it that way when i'm going out(not to school) since it's time-wasting and causes damage to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246168743087672930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SM4irSt_jmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NHtv54hBPKA/s320/Image158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Is there really something wrong with my hair?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246168749060008690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SM4iro96KvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q_1fI-pbf18/s320/Image160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Is there really something wrong with my bag that makes me look gay?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, those who criticized me were guys. Note that i mention GUYS and that i don't think that they support fashion from different countries. So what's wrong with following China and Japan? Nothing. :) I guess i should thank Hong Hui for commenting on my bag. LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after having lunch with Hock Siong, Alexis, Guan Siang and Wei Yuan, I noticed that Alexis's bag was slightly torn in his left or right shoulder support. I thought that he was wearing it too low and that no strength was used by his spines and only his shoulders, making the bag prone to tear easily. I told him why not follow Wei Yuan? Wei Yuan agreed to me that it was not the fashion nowadays to hang the bag low nor too high, just the right length plus it also makes it feel lighter due to the use of the back of the body to support thus making it more comfortable. Guan Siang, Alexis and Hock Siong were like REALLY AH? And they all slightly pulled up their bag. Hahaha looks like they're not updated yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus-stop, Hock Siong went overbroad and PULLED THE BAG SO HIGH that he was like a parachuter. XD Not to forget pulling up his pants like a dork and carried his file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246172069070687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SM4ls4-IzFI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oB2ixnzXgb0/s320/Image146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dork pose no.1 :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246172066394495730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SM4lsvAFWvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UqxRZF8U0SE/s320/Image144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dork pose no.2 :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some AWESOME videos, my favourite comedian Bobby Lee!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee- 24 with John Cena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I2VN3C_9VOE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee-24 with Jordan Peele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARmFVIPTiso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARmFVIPTiso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-8589345182379339278?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/8589345182379339278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=8589345182379339278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8589345182379339278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8589345182379339278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-all-about-life.html' title='It&apos;s all about life'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SM4irSt_jmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NHtv54hBPKA/s72-c/Image158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-8599359233245886636</id><published>2008-09-14T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:29:18.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Funny moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna upload more funny videos due to popular demands. :) Anyway nothing to post today. Good luck all for your End-Of-Year exams. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD THESE ARE HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee Vs Wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAPJ6nkViTw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee's 24 with Jonathan Bilt as the terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMta_hejOS8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-8599359233245886636?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/8599359233245886636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=8599359233245886636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8599359233245886636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8599359233245886636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-3003515225372404852</id><published>2008-09-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:54:45.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Anger Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love Anger Tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AH!!! I grabbed a badminton racket out of the P.E store and ran out to the parade square, finding someone to play badminton with. And that day was yesterday, during P.E lesson. My badminton partner was Guan Siang. We had much fun quite a few times until we got bored till i told him for every loser for a 5-point round, he has to run a lap around the parade square. I got pawned twice, pawned him one time, changed sides, pawned him another time, and got pawned again two times due to sight disadvantage. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, during english lesson, what an unlucky event, Ms. Tan was revising tips for formal letter writing. Note this: &lt;strong&gt;I WAS PAYING MY GODAMN ATTENTION TO HER!&lt;/strong&gt; I WAS JUST BROWSING THROUGH THE PAPER AND SAW THE NAME Chee Keong WHERE GINO AND I SUDDENLY TURNED OUR HEADS AND SAID "Keong Keong~" AND CHUCKLED FOR JUST A SMALL VOLUME! That's where she gave us her 'stare of death' and sent us to hell(outside the classroom at the corridor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited as Gino was all the way at the end of one side of the corridor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she came out and talked only to me, asking what was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was browsing through the paper when Gino and I saw Chee Keong as a funny name and chuckled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: &lt;em&gt;*nag nag nag nag*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??? I dont even get to say anything. She's like a debating queen trying to oppose everything i'm saying.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as i was going home boarding the bus 56, two motherfucked up Singapore school bitches kept staring at me. One of them said,"Hi, you boy or girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH MY BAG?? IT IS A &lt;strong&gt;UNISEX &lt;/strong&gt;BAG AND MAINLY GUYS CARRY THEM! So, i totally ignored them even though i had lots to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are as followed:&lt;br /&gt;Your father male or female? :)&lt;br /&gt;You bitch or bastard? :)&lt;br /&gt;Your mother male your father female then you singapore bitch lah? :)&lt;br /&gt;You ugly bitches aren't even exposed to fashion from different countries so SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;You guys are nothing but a social disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway whatever... No offense, i'm only applying to SOME Singaporeans, at least to a small group of them that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, my ex-girlfriend told me two days ago at night that she apologised for insulting me. Why? BECAUSE SHE WAS JEALOUS!!! =.= &lt;em&gt;Story to be continued in the later part of this post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i waited in eagerness at home for her sms to inform me that she'll be leaving her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5Xpm-- She smsed me and told me that she has left the house. So i changed to my casual outing clothes, no need to be fashionable since it'll be only around an hour or so, tried out my new GATSBY deodorant, wax-spiked my hair which i don't normally do in school and set off to.... Somewhere in Singapore.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached that place, she was occupied with her iTouch and her storybook which i kinda forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to an area where there is a pillar and we stopped there. She took out her handphone and showed me her smses from my ex-girlfriend to her, even though it should not be shown to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messages are all messages of insults and unhappiness towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tabor so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;His chinese sucks! I primary 6 already better than him now.&lt;br /&gt;No point being with him!&lt;br /&gt;He's not good enough for you!&lt;br /&gt;I rather go for SG guys than him lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see why i don't really like Singapore girls now and why she's jealous? I think she just want us to break apart and take her revenge towards me for not patching back with her. That's so uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my date with my girldfriend... Updated in my personal diary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night, i was smsing my indonesian friend. She totally agreed with me how she also dislike some Singaporean girls. Note that it was a SHE. I don't want to carry on what we were saying since i don't want to offend any Singapore readers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much. My mother stacked up my work in a slipshod manner and i thought i had finished packing my bag last night until i found out that i did not bring my English situational writing essay which was to be handed up today. I SHOUTED and SWORN at her and she did the same. In class i smsed her and told her no need to bring and that i was rewriting my essay during mathematics class. And during mathematics class, hahaha, got back my elementary maths test back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/15.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 careless mistake, 7 marks gone.. How cool is that? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, i consider myself up-to-standard for this test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, late for archery class but no punishment though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My archery skills GREATLY improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon 15, my scores are as followed:&lt;br /&gt;12/15&lt;br /&gt;14/15&lt;br /&gt;15/15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the top 10 archers for the day until i had to share the board with &lt;strong&gt;KENNY.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to change the bow, target board and arrows. I conclude that bad feng shui was on my side. Since then my score became 7/15 and 8/15. During the finals, my fellow brother scout Xuan jie won the competition and will be awarded a trophy soon. :D Congratulations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had a personal competition with kenny again. I forgot how many shoot-outs we had, but my score was 71? And his was 68. I so owned his 1 buck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day? Nothing much to say, will update it in my diary. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, watch this kewl video, sure to crack your nuts and cherries! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pornstar Registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XEZCwgxDISo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-3003515225372404852?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/3003515225372404852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=3003515225372404852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/3003515225372404852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/3003515225372404852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-anger-tragedy.html' title='Love Anger Tragedy'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-2742491126968024630</id><published>2008-09-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:02:34.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shouldn't have bring the two of you together. You're nothing but trouble for the both of us. I'm not being jealous i swear. I'm just worried you might affect her in her studies and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths test-- what a FLUNK! 1 HUGE careless mistake and i'm gonna lose marks big time! :( Therefore became emo during geography class. Bad memories came into my head and i cant do the worksheet given by the relief teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i was VERY pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, my ex-girlfriend smsed me. She said, "Maybe it's better for me to just stay out of your life since you already have a stead. I dont want to be extra." Something like that, i even translated her "english"&lt;br /&gt;Me:I'm not patching back with you after those hurtful memories and now i'm with her. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;My ex:Okay, then see you next time bah, i don't want to extra.&lt;br /&gt;Me:You are not an extra. You just have to realise your past mistakes. I did not choose to live you alone like that, you are my friend and i intend to keep it that way. And i don't mind introducing my girlfriend to you and i bet the three of us can be great friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;My ex: &lt;em&gt;*i forgot what she said*&lt;/em&gt; Tell me her name and number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i gave her the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, i was on the phone with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, are you two cool?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yes! We got "married"!&lt;br /&gt;Me: =.=&lt;br /&gt;Her: She said you... Uhh nevermind cannot tell, i promised her not to say.&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt;:*feels indifferent*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our conversation, i smsed my ex and asked her what the two of them were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex: Lol, no ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha okay okay, i guess i shan't be a kapoe kid.&lt;br /&gt;My ex: ~.~ even if you asked me i wont say lah. Anyway, i'm pro in flirting with girls. The rest i will pangseh one. (The rest i dont understand her fucking english)&lt;br /&gt;Me: You will pangseh my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;My ex: I wont pangseh your charbor lah. Ni fang xin. Limbu wont pangseh anybody but will pangseh you even though we are friends. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ow...kay... Haha..ha...&lt;br /&gt;My ex: Eh, i just did my houseworkleh, i guai hor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You don't normally do them?&lt;br /&gt;My ex: As if. I very guai one. I not like you.......So.......... Guai lan de..... I rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;My ex: And hor!!! Your char bor is like 1000x better than you lah! You like... =.=&lt;br /&gt;Me: You done insulting me...?&lt;br /&gt;My ex: Ya why? Not happy already uh? Buay song right? Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH! I THOUGHT WE COULD BE &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;! Why did she change... Dammit i don't wanna talk to such people. &lt;strong&gt;HATE HATE HATE THEM! &lt;/strong&gt;Hokkien spamming bitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote it down in my personal diary and yeah... That's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frustrated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-2742491126968024630?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/2742491126968024630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=2742491126968024630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/2742491126968024630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/2742491126968024630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-416955568435166906</id><published>2008-09-07T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:26:38.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schhol reopen term 4 starting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Retrieved memories, unwanted memories&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what i've said in the beginning of my previous post. :) I guess i owe my thanks to mom, she has proved her nagginess to be useful. She retrieved my bag of memory from Burger King when i was having tuition. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough said. :) I'm just glad you're back safe and "sound". And you too my beloved jacket. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's revision are as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emaths paper from other school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amaths chapter 12 on three new functions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics chapter on light until the part on critical angle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's today's thing, my ex-girlfriend smsed me this afternoon. About what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, your birthday's coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you.. :) Much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Wah take so long to reply one..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i was having my shower.&lt;br /&gt;Lols, i see. Next year you O levels sure very busy one...&lt;br /&gt;Nah i'm not. :) I have a life now. And i've recently decreased my time spent on computer games. :) And my results greatly improved. How's your life?&lt;br /&gt;Different than yours...&lt;br /&gt;Why what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know, cant concentrate on my work. Either my fault or my teacher's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough about conversation. The thing is, she's half-dead now. Why is that so? Sadly, she's till affected from then till now that we'd broken up while i'm leading a relaxing life since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she hated those memories and she cant get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Then in the first place, why would you want to break up with me?&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm forced to.&lt;br /&gt;By whom?&lt;br /&gt;My mother?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you listened to your mother huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i don't think that love between us back then wasn't strong even though i've told her many times i don't want that relationship to end. And the fact that she's gullable towards her mother made her break up with me with a REALLY STUPID WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made new "friends"... And everytime i call her then, she'd be like,"Hello? Bobby ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh yes..? :)&lt;br /&gt;And then she just COMPLETELY IGNORED me and talked to her friends as if she's bitching around in the girls toilet by throwing wet tissues everywhere. The most painful one was that she even let her friend spammed lots of hokkien vulgarities at me and even LAUGHED at me. I couldn't bear talking to her again and hung up the phone. That way, we had broken up silently and i cried real badly then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm okay. :) Not affected at all, but she still is. I asked her why she did that to me and she said she wanted to forget about me and told me that she thought she had really regretted what she had done. In my mind, OF COURSE THAT'S THE DUMBEST SOLUTION! I mean, she could've just told me. I guess she was'nt ready for relationship since she's really young. But i feel bad for her right now. Because of the end of our relationship, she's down with her life. She's failing her studies and wont even approach me for a reason that she's afraid of me..(wtf??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll settle with her tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-416955568435166906?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/416955568435166906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=416955568435166906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/416955568435166906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/416955568435166906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/schhol-reopen-term-4-starting.html' title='Schhol reopen term 4 starting'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-4873451029661240614</id><published>2008-09-06T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:46:52.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of my Adidas bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Memories of my Adidas bag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end. But in my heart they're memories and they'll always be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell my Adidas bag. Though i've only carried you around for 1 year plus, you still mean something to me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i've thoughts about replacing you. But after carrying you around for so long and you're nowhere to be found in stores, i don't want to replace you just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've brought you to many places. Indonesia, America and some other countries overseas. :) I sealed my memories inside you. Time and time i looked at you, memories of me carrying you around will appear in my head when i'm slouching around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i think: You're out-fashioned, i want to replace you. I'd like to try something others never carried before. But i just can't bear to replace you. You're just like my soul of memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i travelled in America, you always benefit me by carrying my stuff. My jacket, water bottle, shopped items. Haha, wonderful memories they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the day when i almost left you behind, my relative reminded me that i had almost left you behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the day when i went to Disneyland, one of the four of them i cant remember. I think it's Magic Kingdom? We went to the Tower of Terror. A ride where we were dropped like a huge rock from above, a broken lift dropped from 10+ storeys high. I held you tight in my palms up in the air. I took a shot of us, out of so many people, only one dared to hold the bag airborne, me. What a memory it was. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered the day when we went shopping. You carried my souveneirs and new bought jacket. And also my old pair of leather Converse canvas low-cut shoes as i replaced them with the new one i bought at $39.90 at an outlet store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many memories still untold, only you can reveal the rest of my memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, i've lost you two days ago when i left you at a chair beside me at Burger King where i sat down and enjoy a Tendergrill meal. I was so full that my mind was blank, i was tired and wanted to go home so badly that i forgotten about you. I am sorry for i have lost you, along with a $100+ jacket inside, bought from America. I was sad for a moment i realised that i've lost the both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of you may have disappeared from my life but.. Those memories will remain in my heart. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found a replacement for you, a handbag for $53.00. I hope that i will not repeat the same mistake again and treasure this bag i just bought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242872975302667202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SMJtMW9pK8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QnIOCtJUycw/s320/26122007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look at the right of this memorial picture, you're held tightly airborne in this awesome ride. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-4873451029661240614?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/4873451029661240614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=4873451029661240614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4873451029661240614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4873451029661240614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories-of-my-adidas-bag.html' title='Memories of my Adidas bag'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SMJtMW9pK8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QnIOCtJUycw/s72-c/26122007(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-8556060143739484475</id><published>2008-09-05T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:32:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Bobby Muljono means?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Truth and Lies&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does Bobby Muljono means?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy.You are spirited and boisterous.You are bold and daring.You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-8556060143739484475?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/8556060143739484475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=8556060143739484475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8556060143739484475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8556060143739484475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-does-bobby-muljono-means.html' title='What does Bobby Muljono means?'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-5114550221506559840</id><published>2008-09-04T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:53:12.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is in the air...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am in the morning today. I think the both of us got hurt badly last night until we were so silent when we were talking on the phone. Haha, i guess it was partly my fault for being a sensitive guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if i thought that she did not want to go out with me during the September holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... I don't know... You seem as if you'd rather go out with your friend than me... Not mentioning that you are the one who asked her out when you're free instead of me when i set aside Monday and Wednesday just to go out with you.. I know you want to spend more time with me that's why you picked thursday or friday to go out with me so that we can have fun whole day. Unfortunately, your father couldn't allow you to go out tomorrow(Thursday), i guess our promise is nothing but words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went silent for 5 seconds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... I did not meant it that way... Sorry sorry... I... Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay why am i saying all these? Hehe enough. :) I guess it was majorly my fault for being a sensitive guy... Gahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when i woke up, she smsed me and told me she would be able to meet me just for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha... Whatever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told her okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like are you okay...? Sorry i cant meet you for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bla bla bla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm-- She called me and told me that she was setting off. I guess no movie for today since she will be having tuition at 6.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with her at 4.00pm and... Alamak... Why am i telling this story..?&lt;br /&gt;I feel embarassed. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, just leave out the mushy parts. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat beside her and she asked me if i knew what a lovebite was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that people do at the first phase off having sex... Why? Wait wait wait... Lemme guess... Haizz... You brother did it.........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with him??!! That sick maniac... Haiz.... Come here.. Let me see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind lah... Nothing big. :) He's going to the psychologist tomorrow anyway. He already has some disorder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... What disorder? I remembered you telling me he has some disorder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i myself dont even know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I just dont like it when people do this to you you know that...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... Not as if i want it right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we continued walking as i tried to cheer her up. And so did i. Haha it was a funny incident then. We went to a secluded place, a big secluded place. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, cheer up okay.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come come i bring you here i fuck you want? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and said,"Okay lah, okay lah come come!! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the =.= look and both of us become hyper and i said,"Yee, who want fuck you... Breast still small small. Shoo shoo, go away... Dont touch my person! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI MY BREAST WHERE GOT SMALL??!! :) &lt;em&gt;*SMACK, PINCH, BOX MY STOMACH*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poked her nose and pinched her cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla and both of us cheerful already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day... Haiz... Cannot tell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we only met for awhile... It was worth it... It meant alot to me and her and our problem got sorted out. But needless to say, i really missed those days when i were still friends with her. Haha we went out like crazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta wait until exams are over until we're able to go out like crazy again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch this video.. It's HILARIOUS!!!! I laughed until i almost pee-ed in my pants. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bobby Lee Dragonhunter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZqoh2aUW7g&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-5114550221506559840?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/5114550221506559840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=5114550221506559840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5114550221506559840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5114550221506559840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air..'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-7070462606851555989</id><published>2008-09-02T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:43:21.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Komplikated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love's Komplikated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw you for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... You are the one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't say a word to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love, was in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you... Held my hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me into your world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From below my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has changed for good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll never feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i explain to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way i feel inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that you've showed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever forget that i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... I know that someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll soon bloom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me so tight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that i'll always be yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we cant be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that i'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know you'll be there for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i've want to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and pretend you're here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch you i feel you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever change what i feel inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long must i be far away from you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know dear but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-7070462606851555989?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/7070462606851555989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=7070462606851555989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/7070462606851555989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/7070462606851555989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/loves-komplikated.html' title='Love&apos;s Komplikated'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-4025287036297402417</id><published>2008-09-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:13:30.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holidays~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about homework, play, eat, sleep &amp;amp; hang out with friends! GAGAGAGAGAGAGA!!! Mamamia i'm going nuts!!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, got nothing to post today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He made my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-4025287036297402417?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/4025287036297402417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=4025287036297402417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4025287036297402417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4025287036297402417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays~'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-1057415041459569480</id><published>2008-08-31T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:29:17.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-skating &amp; campfire</title><content type='html'>Apologies for not posting yesterday since i arrived home late from campfire :) Let's start with yesterday then shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45am... SHIT I'LL BE LATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Picks up phone to check for messages*&lt;br /&gt;Please wear your Beatty Beaver shirt and jeans for today's ice-skating and bring your full-u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHIONG SHOWER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i changed to my Beatty Beaver shirt and a pair of blue jeans right after a hot shower. Blow-dried my hair and quick-styled my hair. In the end my hair didn't stand at all since i did it in a rush with little wax. Haha, well, whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am-- Breakfast for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD WHY AM I STILL SLACKING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i still have to pack my dancing costume into my bag since i'll be dancing in the campfire. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the train to Bishan MRT then until it was 8.15am... Lucky me, Mr.Pon was also in the same train as me and told me that he'll be meeting up with the other scouts too. Guess i'm saved. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Bishan MRT when i saw everyone in their scouts uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that i was given wrong information by my PL, Sanjay. Sometimes i think that he should not be a PL. There are two reasons for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1: He's irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;2: He skipped today's event with an "excuse"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i changed into my full-u inside the toilet near MacDonalds. And reported back to the meeting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI instituition... So... We're the supporters of the ScoutLoreQuest Competition huh... I DON'T CARE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we got gold? Not that i really care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say about that event except i was just restless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed to my Beatty Beaver shirt and my jeans right after that LONG competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we had our lunch at a nearby hawker centre, which i had Yong Tau Foo instead of chicken rice due to the long stretch of queue. Unfortunately, we only had 5 minutes to eat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!! MY TONGUE!! IT GOT SCALDED BY THE SOUP!!! Dang it! Fuckin eating time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met back at Bishan MRT station and waited for everyone to arrive before we go for a ride on the train to City Hall MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the first train because Vincent and Boon Chong were dilly-dallying inside 7-11 to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of us entered the platform anyway, aaannd waited for the train to come. :) When the first train came, half of us boarded the train since it was full and the other half decided to meet them at City Hall MRT platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the other half including me, boarded the second train. Wei Yuan was with me and... other.. scouts.. yeah. :) We had laughs when we talked about our classmate. Who is our classmate you wonder? He told me that Gino, Hock Siong, Calista, Nadiah, Jaslyn and Jolyn went cycling. So i gasped and laughed. Sorry, guess it was bad of me to make such a joke. :X Emo-ed the rest of the way there since i have no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City Hall MRT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, saw them. Regrouped and took the green line to Kallang. Upon arrival at Kallang, we took bus 16 to Kallang Leisure Park and regrouped again just outside the ice-skating place. &lt;strong&gt;ICE SKATING WOOHOO!! Nervous but excited!&lt;/strong&gt; It was my first time anyway so yeah... Hahaha. Took a loooong time to get prepared until everyone finally paid $18.50 for the entrance fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Wore the gloves.&lt;br /&gt;Entered the area.&lt;br /&gt;Placed my bag on the floor near the ice-skating ring.&lt;br /&gt;Measured my foot at the ice-skating shoes rental place.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed the shoes and wear the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BALANCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Wobbly wobbly wobbly*&lt;/em&gt; Woo-oo-ooow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dug dug.... Dug dug*&lt;br /&gt;My heart beated fast as i entered the ice-skating ring.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO-OOOW!~&lt;br /&gt;Almost fell luckily i grabbed the edges of the ice-skating ring.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~~ Slippery~~ Hard to balance~~&lt;br /&gt;Skated one round while holding the edges. Looked at other people skate and followed them. &lt;strong&gt;I DID IT! I CAN SKATE!&lt;/strong&gt; Slowly that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made one round without holding.&lt;br /&gt;Tried faster and fell... Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Kept on trying until my friend grabbed my hand and both of us fell while i slid 360 degrees and wet my pants. NOT IN THE SENSE OF PEE! XD&lt;br /&gt;Took some shots and...&lt;br /&gt;Made two rounds with faster speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT WAS FUN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... I'm having no mood to continue now. So if i sound hyper then, it's for the sake of making today's post lively. I'm just having problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, grabbed a drink and changed into my scouts uniform in the public toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bus-stop alone and meet up with the dancers from my scouts group, Chong Han, Xuan Jie and Allan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 16 to Dhoby Ghaut MRT even though we overshot one stop unfortunately. Haha, ended up walking one stop back and across to Dhoby Ghaut MRT. On our way, May Lwin, my senior, asked me if i have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby, you got girlfriend ah?&lt;br /&gt;Ya, why?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... Who's her name?&lt;br /&gt;Don't want anyone to know...&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so secretive and always hiding your profile?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want anyone to know...&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to repeat the same mistake again, i'll be vigilant in hiding this secret from now on and will only tell to those whom i trust 100%.&lt;br /&gt;What mistake?&lt;br /&gt;I lost my friend...&lt;br /&gt;Who's your friend?&lt;br /&gt;...I lost my friend and my ex...&lt;br /&gt;He's from scouts right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... How'd you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Because you're always the quiet one.&lt;br /&gt;Scouts was fun when i was still secondary one and two, now i've no one to talk to except Wei Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation ended somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went inside Dhoby Ghaut interchange and made our way to Kovan MRT station. I'm making this short because i really have no mood to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for everyone to change into their scouts uniform just outside the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and took bus 136 to Serangoon Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, boyfriend~ one of the Balestier Hill guides woo-ed one of us as we were boarding the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't be me... Even if it were me, i'd not care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, finally reached the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you have &lt;strong&gt;15 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; to change and rehearse for the dance. Place your bags on the chair and change to your dancing costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the 70's...&lt;br /&gt;Changed into long sleeve and scout pants and shoes in the toilet where the door was like the ones that most HDB houses have as a second layer door. Sorry, my english isn't that good. Wow, i bet the girls peak into the boy's toilet everyday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbuttoned two buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Tucked in the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to the hall, placed our uniforms on the chair and went backstage to rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;It was then our turn.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the procedure: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Song starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walked in the 70's manner holding the belt and faced my back to the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drum beats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turned back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did alot of sexy dancing moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Screamed and woo-ed at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3/4 song finished and i grabbed a packet of sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Threw it at the crowd with full power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stood one line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did individual solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanted to breakdance but it was in the 70's and wasn't allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Song ends and posed while i sweat like a pig XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the campfire... No comments... Emo-ed because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I missed you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home after refreshment and talked to her on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Slept today at 12am and tuitioned in the morning at 10am while i brought food inside and did my school holiday homework while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bla bla bla~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon tuition approximately 2pm-- She smsed me and told me that she would be free tomorrow and will be studying with her friend..&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care i want to go out with you!!! I missed going out with you." as quoted from her.&lt;br /&gt;That just to cheer me up? And ended up just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Bobby... You're jumping into conclusions. Just be cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did.&lt;br /&gt;Went back into study mood.&lt;br /&gt;I placed her second in my life where i once always placed her priority in most things i did, let's say, rejecting my friends just to go out with her and ended up she cant go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;She's not a priority in my life just temporarily... Until she realises how it feels to sacrifice my time with my friends to go out with her and ALWAYS ended up not going.&lt;br /&gt;I've enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;Next time she's free and i'm occupied with my friends. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all... I say no more... No mood to say anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9q4jjsvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i1ExKX3rXEU/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709660832674546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9q4jjsvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i1ExKX3rXEU/s320/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kallang Ice Place&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9rODJ7JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LkoKsaw5HXE/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709666602347666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9rODJ7JI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LkoKsaw5HXE/s320/Image131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Group photo 1&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9rYrl6CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zMD7J5_vC5w/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709669456308258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9rYrl6CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zMD7J5_vC5w/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Group photo 2&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9rXkCYgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EuV-PSlsRSA/s1600-h/Image133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709669156184578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SLq9rXkCYgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EuV-PSlsRSA/s320/Image133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Let light guide you to heaven :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-1057415041459569480?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/1057415041459569480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=1057415041459569480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1057415041459569480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1057415041459569480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-skating-campfire.html' title='Ice-skating &amp; 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I... kinda have a baaaad memory so.. I think there's not much yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frisbee.. I know that.. There's still something missing...&lt;/em&gt; Yup! :) Nothing to talk about before the inter-class ultimate frisbee competition! Except i slept the WHOLE one period in geography class. &lt;em&gt;*Drools*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a heavy lunch, went for the social studies LSP and off to the hall for the inter-class frisbee competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skip~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was our turn then. We played against the 3NX. I forgot which class. And GOD it wasn't a good game at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Game start!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the frisbee from Alexis!&lt;br /&gt;Pass!&lt;br /&gt;Go go go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOUL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score not counted as they stepped into the goal post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As continued, the opponent threw the frisbee mid-air&lt;br /&gt;*Looks up*&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps and catches the frisbee*&lt;br /&gt;*Caught the frisbee! :D*&lt;br /&gt;One fucker chiong at me and snatched it away.&lt;br /&gt;FOUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOSE BASTARDS ARE PLAYING DIRTY! WHILE WE STICK TO THE RULES, THEY KEEP PLAYING DIRTY! WE STOOD INSIDE THE BOX AND OFF THE GOAL POST WHILE THEY KEEP STANDING INSIDE OUR GOAL POST! ALL OUR SCORE WERE NOT COUNTED!!! Ended up 6-0 i think..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel that i've lost anyway. I'll feel lost IF they'd play fair and they show true sportsmanship. Well whatever, just gotta let bygones be bygones. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball? Don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejected their offer for a game of basketball since i had to type out the english essay plus some other homework i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and was invited to dinner with my father, Japanese restaurant. :D Wasn't hungry though, so i ate little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, i wanna buy a pair of shorts. I need $50 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$100??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... uhh.. guess i'll see you at home dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down the escalator and entered the "Surf'n'Rider" shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PAIR OF BERMUDAS IS NICE!!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$99.90??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.Uhh... No way... So anyway, the shopkeeper said it was okay and led me to the exit. I was surprised that she remembered me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, you suddenly become so skinny already. Size 32 too big for you, you need around 30. Sorry we don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;Wow you remembered me? Hahaha sorry uh, not enough money, i'd come back when my size has arrived. See ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.... Whatever, that's all for yesterday.. Let's talk about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE lesson-- AHHH IM HAVING HOMEWORK TO DO WHY AM I STILL BLOGGING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i guess i'll just skip today's update. See ya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-7776396373305707868?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/7776396373305707868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=7776396373305707868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/7776396373305707868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/7776396373305707868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/frisbee-competition-and-today.html' title='Frisbee competition and today.'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-3405194265453620000</id><published>2008-08-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:14:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campfire dance rehearsal.</title><content type='html'>The 70's, Michael Jackson~~ Phedofile... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's the topic for today&lt;/strong&gt; but first, lets talk about school curriculum first shall we? I swore to myself that i'd do my &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; to score high marks for any upcoming test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So did i.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of study had paid off. 21/25 for geography test without cheating! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, this form of test is a CPS format. I don't know what it stands for but it uses a remote control to answer all questions. MCQ ones. Many scored &lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt; distinctions for the social studies test and POA test because they were cheating. Answers were shouted out from one corner to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the good thing is that i scored highest in my geography elective class. I think.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Alexis, Hock Siong, and other students from Ms.Chen's class scored higher average than our class because their test were held at the end of the day. Which meant that we told them the questions and answers. Most of them scored as high as mine. Haha, whatever, they asked for it, i'm not the one taking their O levels. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late for work Bobby...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna shorten about what happened on the rest of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.XXpm-- Venga and Parry, my seniors, came back to school to teach us dancing for the Serangoon Scout's campfire. I was nervous at first. Since it was just the start of the day. Meaning i was not enthusiastic at all. :) But as time passes, we managed to complete the whole dance. Unfortunately, as we were rehearsing, a couple of students walked past the rehearsing area and laughed at our dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What'dya expect!! It's the 70's! It's sexy and apparently it WILL BE BETTER IF THE GIRLS WERE TO DO IT! I mean, 70's are hippies generation. All they know is sex, sex and sex! The dance was SOOOO sexy!!! And on top of that, the dancers were not even sexy because they're not enthusiastic at all!!! =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.20pm-- &lt;strong&gt;6.20pm??!!&lt;/strong&gt; It's that late??!! We wanted to rehearse somemore but we ended up playing frisbee. I learned two new techniques. I'll teach them tomorrow since my inter-class captain frisbee will be held tomorrow... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parry: Bobby, you clubber right? Dance lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: I'm so young, i can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;*Parry did the first step of breakdancing, the shuffle*&lt;br /&gt;*I did the same*&lt;br /&gt;Ended up having a "mini bboy battle"&lt;br /&gt;Parry did breakdancing and so did i :D&lt;br /&gt;What fun we had and the girls FAR FAR behind the hall were like do it again do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started rehearsing on stage with a few audience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.55pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to rehearse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rush on my work. cya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-3405194265453620000?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/3405194265453620000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=3405194265453620000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/3405194265453620000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/3405194265453620000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/campfire-dance-rehearsal.html' title='Campfire dance rehearsal.'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-5786895341845626602</id><published>2008-08-25T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:58:42.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 August 2008</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna score higher than you hear that??!! Don't worry, i scored higher than you in 40% of overall marks(semester 1). You scored higher than me in 20% of the overall marks(CA2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU IN SA2!! YOU MUHFUCKIN BIG HEAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am i so competitive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Wan did not come?? No survey?? Weird... Ended up only three boys who aren't &lt;strong&gt;CCA leaders&lt;/strong&gt;. Me, Asyraf and Darren. T.T Shameful... Aaaanyway, we played around in the class until we got exhausted until i ended up talking to Calista. We were talking about... Uhh... Nevermind... ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving Monday! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: Bobby, Chong Han, Xuan Jie and Allan, move aside and rehearse for the dance for this upcoming campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE?!?!?! ME?!??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the theme for the campfire dance will be "The 70's" and i'm supposed to dance like MICHAEL JACKSON??!! Moonwalk, unable to perform... Moves unfarmiliar unless i'm taught to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAHH! My schedule will be so busy this week!! Grr.... Dammit! That means i'll have no time for her? NOT cool! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during english lesson, the debate for the first topic "Teenagers are too young to date" had commenced. Only half was done with two proposition speaker and two opposition speaker finished. To be continued.. Well, at least i have a rough idea how the debate will work :) Ughh... I bet my team can show more enthusiasm than the other team.. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA lesson~~~~ Booooo.... And i meant that Mr.Boo came into my class!! For what? &lt;em&gt;For what?&lt;/em&gt; I...dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say during lesson except i was happy that i was able to attempt all the questions correctly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, POA again! Now's the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Legend: A--Alexis, Agnes, Asyraf&lt;br /&gt;B--Bobby,BobBee&lt;br /&gt;C--Calista,Cat&lt;br /&gt;D--Doreen,Dog,Donkey&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby what's the answer??&lt;br /&gt;CALISTA!&lt;br /&gt;TEEHHHHT!!! The answer's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;BOBBY!!!! BOOOO~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Bobby now what's the answer??&lt;br /&gt;PSST &lt;em&gt;*BOBBY!!!! NONONO!! DONKEY! ALEXIS?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG ASNWER AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;BOBBY!!! GIVE WRONG ANSWER!!!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I SHUT UP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up 54.5%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll do better next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HURRY YOU'RE OUT OF TIME BOBBY! YOU GOT WORK TO DO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna make this fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch with Hock Siong, Gino, Alexis and Wei Yuan at the nearby coffeeshop. Chill around the playground on our way to the bus-stop. Tore Hock Siong's back pocket. &lt;strong&gt;SERVED YOU RIGHT! HAHAHA!!! That's for raping me there. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, i gotta go, eat my dinner and study for tomorrow's test. Gotta do well... Please god.. Bless me with the power to score.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-5786895341845626602?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/5786895341845626602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=5786895341845626602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5786895341845626602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5786895341845626602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/25-august-2008.html' title='25 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-1109171595082019353</id><published>2008-08-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:30:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 August 2008</title><content type='html'>26 minutes till bedtime! :) &lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing a short journal for today then.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up BOOBY!&lt;br /&gt;No i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;Oi, tuition lah 9.10am already.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!OI OI OI I WANT BATHE FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;*Shuts door and left me behind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.20am-- Why are you taking so long to shower?&lt;br /&gt;*No reply and went out of the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cleeeean shower then~ Dryed my hair~ Styled my hair~ 9.30am...&lt;br /&gt;9.30am?!?!?! DUDE!! Tuition starts at 10am and not yet a breakfast???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUSH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.54am(time checked from my handphone), so i thought: ahh, still time to take away MacDonald's. :D Sausage MacGriddles with egg meal, tea for the drink take away please. :) Handed $5.90 over and left the counter in search for milk powder and sugar. No milk powder? Huh? Stepped back to the counter. Auntie, where's the milk powder? Ain't any left. I was then given 2 packet strips of Nestle milk powder. Took my breakfast in the plastic bag away then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode the escalator, was not late for tuition! :D So my breakfast was finally consumed there. Hehe, my tuition center allows food to be consumed inside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAST FORWARD! MY DAD'S PUSHING ME TO SLEEP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say anyway XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my Emaths homework at home and planned to study too but ended up talking to her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep! Study poa test tomorrow. Goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-1109171595082019353?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/1109171595082019353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=1109171595082019353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1109171595082019353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1109171595082019353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/24-august-2008.html' title='24 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-4302893452986577468</id><published>2008-08-23T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:18:34.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 August 2008</title><content type='html'>I take it as a quarrel but you dont take it as a quarrel. Hello~ you're text-&lt;strong&gt;SHOUTING&lt;/strong&gt; at me, isn't that quarreling? Well, whatever it is, it's over now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am i saying this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and she texted me : You better wake up and reply me, why do you always have to tell my sister everything? Do you love it when i get shit?!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just told her that your book was confiscated!! Whats wrong with that??!! Why are you angry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story is unable to continue due to unwanted sharing of personal feelings. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do in the afternoon, just a slouch at home with worries about her. Played computer games for awhile to occupy my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm-- Talked to her on the phone as if we were debating. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conflict resolved :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ Life's back for the both of us. Not even a quarrel. :D She was laughing as we were "debating" among each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ring ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the phone as my auntie invited me to dinner along with the guests in my house and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm-- got changed and hollered a taxi into my house since my guests are old people and unable to walk far distances. As we reached Takashimaya, our destination, also having to pay $17.XX, we scouted the area for Pepper Lunch since none of us knew where the place is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah found it! :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a short distance only. :D Our food was already on the table, my aunt's treat.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks i guess. :) Mine was beef pepper rice and the rest... Ahh lazy to say it out.. :) *Gobble gobble gobble* I'm still hungry! XD I suppose it was due to skipping lunch. :D Ate half of rib eye as i passed the other half to the rest. &lt;br /&gt;*BURP!* Full... :) Drank Pepsi Light and made our way back to the taxi stand. Oh! Passed by a bakery, Crystal Jade Bakery and bought a chocolate doughnut! :D And passed by "guardian" and bought facial wash. Mine had just ran out today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab home, price is $10.05. 5 cents was unpaid, lazy to take said the driver. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here i am, updating the blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya, gotta do my work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-4302893452986577468?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/4302893452986577468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=4302893452986577468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4302893452986577468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4302893452986577468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/23-august-2008.html' title='23 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-8872820727582060448</id><published>2008-08-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:46:59.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 August 2008</title><content type='html'>Never posted yesterday. Tired? Lazy? I...dunno..? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly today was quite an event since it was the first or second time(not that i can remember...) i heard Mr.Sin scream. A boy from secondary two(one?)? Whoever it was, he was wearing shorts, so he belonged to the lower secondary boys. Goddammit! It was SO obvious that he highlighted his hair! Teens these days... Please have some brains... If you want to look cool with coloured hair... Highlight your hair but NOT THAT OBVIOUS! =.= So he was shouted at(you deserved it punk!) and everyone's attention was at those two. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once assembly was over, i kinda panicked... But not really though.. My mind was like: &lt;em&gt;Oh shit! He'll most likely brag about long hair for the boys in the class! I'll be one of them! AHHHHH!&lt;/em&gt; But not that it matters. I don't think he'll go to the extent as to send us to Mr.Singh for a "lovely" haircut. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bla bla bla, during english lesson, Ms.Tan wasn't around in school. We were to discuss about our debate topic with a relief teacher around. At first all of us were into discussing the topic but everyone ended up losing interest in their discussion and went to do their own things. I was studying fo the social studies test which will be the next lesson whereas my friends were all playing poker cards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Singh then entered the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Singh: Where is Yeong Shiu Man? Huh? I am not playing around, this is a serious matter. She has been skipping alot of detentions and is holding a bad record. This bad record will be recorded in the school cockpit and will be sent to the MOE... *stares around* Boy! Your hair... Huh? So long.. You see? You better get it cut ah!&lt;br /&gt;*takes out his camera phone, turned SimYi around 180 degrees and took picture of his long back*. You better get it cut as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobby, dont panic... Just look at your paper, dont look at him. That fucking bastard turban head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... WAHH IM SOOO TIRED SO IM JUST GONNA MAKE THIS QUICK! &gt;&lt; Yeong Shiu Man was found out by the girls who volunteered in our class and was returned to class and then handled by Mr.Singh. Along with Yu She, which i didnt know wtf she had done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies lesson-- TEST!! Remote controls were distributed to all of us as this form of test is to press the answer from the remote control. Most of the time i pressed first. I was making sounds like "TEET! YES i first!" But unfortunately, i scored 18/20 at last which is below average as the average marks were 96.2%. I mean, EVERYONE WAS CHEATING! IT WAS SO OBVIOUS THEY'LL BE ABLE TO SCORE HIGH MARKS! WTF MAN!! Haiz.. Whatever... Im not one of the cheaters and i dont want to be one unless in times of emergency. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... AM.... SO.... TIRED.... NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get this quick. We were all dismissed and i went outside the scout's den to place my bag and played chapteh with Guan Siang, Boon Chong, Chong Kwan and Elgin.&lt;br /&gt;I insulted Guan Siang for his big head alot of times until i got man-fucked by him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip skip. It was archery lesson! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem interesting today. It was always the same as last time. Just shoot 3 arrows, take turns, and shoot again. BOOOOOORIINNNGG!!! Drizzle!! I HATE RAIN! Unless i am indoor.. Many reasons to list out. Lazy to state. All you need to know is, i... hate... rain! And it GREATLY affects my accuracy. Before it rained, i scored 3 red and 2 yellow. During the rain... Hahaha, 1 shot at the wood and was deflected, 1 pierced through the side of the board as the string snipped against my arm, 2 black and 1 blue. Whatever... I'm not that interested in archery with this type of lesson everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm-- Scout meeting starts... Dont want to say anything about it... It was REALLY REALLY tiring. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, i got excited and asked my brother without hesitation,"ANDREW ANDREW! THE PS3 CAN PLAY?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Cannot, need LCD screen Hi-Def TV.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! That's right! I finally got my PS3!!!! Just need 1 more controller and an LCD TV. FIFA08 WILL SOON BE AVAILABLE TO PLAY MULTIPLAYER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired... Tired... And i just had my tuition as i fell asleep on my bed when i told my tutor i wanted to go to the toilet... FOR 15 MINUTES! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.. Sleep... Goodnight readers... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-8872820727582060448?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/8872820727582060448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=8872820727582060448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8872820727582060448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8872820727582060448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/22-august-2008.html' title='22 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-2277254743803226988</id><published>2008-08-20T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:50:30.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 August 2008</title><content type='html'>7.XXam-- "BOBBY COME OUT!" Jerold screamed and asked me to become my school's schhol flag bearer. Chong Kwan was called out to become the national flag bearer too! XD You're in the same position as me dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.25am-- Morning assembly!~&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Stands up with school flag draped on my left shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;Chong Kwan: Eh, Bobby, this one correct or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahh~ collect, collect, can can~ :)&lt;br /&gt;Noise was then ceased by the DM of the school to start the national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;Jerold: SEKOLAH!!!!! SEDIIII~ YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*CHUCKLES*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i continued pulling the flag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull! Pull! Dont go over the national flag!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*National amthem ends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong Kwan: PSST! &lt;em&gt;*SHEET THE NATIONAL FLAG DROP ABIT!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Congratulations :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes pledge, pledge ends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerold: SEKOLAH!!!! SENANG-DIIIIRII!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i tied the rope to the pole and strolled back to my class row, passing the quiet students and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's schedule to talk about: Maths lesson&lt;br /&gt;                                English lesson&lt;br /&gt;                                Uhh... Physics lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with maths lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on my chair, drooling on my desk as Mr.Sin stepped into the class carrying a bulk of "paper", which was our Amaths test paper. :) I asked around for a piece of graph paper and a foolscap paper and ended up with the three of them at the same time(sweet!). &lt;br /&gt;*Stares at first question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SHEET I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stares at the other question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ahh, Bobby Bobby.... Relax... You can do it.. :) SIMPLE!!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done! I passed the paper up to the front as i started to discuss answers with my friends as Mr.Sin waited for us to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;"SHIIIIT, CARELESS!!!" i got shocked as i noticed that i had lost 4 careless mistake marks and 3 marks gone for mistake on the first question. 8/15??&lt;br /&gt;8/15?!?!?! WEAK DUDE!! MY FIRST TIME GETTING LOWER THAN A FOR MATHS!!! FUCK THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Don't give up Bobby, let this go once and dont repeat the mistake :)* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone settled down, Mr.Sin started his "to-do-list" for the next 15 minutes. First, I was pointed out for my long hair(LONG?!?! IT IS SHORT YOU BLIND ASS!) as well as Alexis, Hock Siong and Yeo Khee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip~Skip~Skip~&lt;br /&gt;Time for english lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan walked in with a grumpy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: What are you all doing??! YOU GUYS SHOULD BE IN YOUR GROUPS AND GET STARTED DISCUSSING ABOUT YOUR DEBATE TOPIC AND NOT RUN AROUND IN THE CLASS AND EXPECT ME TO START THE DAY! Sit down i dont want to greet all of you. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;And so we sat down in our groups and started discussing for 2min37sec.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: You think you guys are rich and pay $12.50 for the year of newspaper supply and dont even BOTHER to take them?!?! EVERYONE STAND UP WITH YOUR NEWSPAPERS ON THE TABLE!&lt;br /&gt;Scraped out my newspaer from the "newspaper recycling corner" and placed it on Guan Siang's desk since we're doing our discussion at his desk.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: Those who do not have their newspaper stand up..&lt;br /&gt;Majority stood.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: Where's your newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;Voice#1: At home&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: Yours?&lt;br /&gt;Voice#2: At home also&lt;br /&gt;So on and so forth until it came down to 3 boys and 1 girl without taking their newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: I have 8 newspapers here and there are only 4 of you standing up. *BANG* Who are thee LIARS??!!&lt;br /&gt;No one owned up.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Tan: Okay, everybody stand up until someone owns up. And i can keep doing this the WHOLE YEAR if i have to!&lt;br /&gt;So all of us stood up and continued doing our discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im lazy to tell about the rest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for physics lesson!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stood up and greeted the teacher as i fidget around in anxiousness awaiting for the test results.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Choong: Im sad to say that some of you cant even do the questions which are the SAME as the questions as the practice questions. But on the other hand, 12 of you got distinction. :) *clap clap clap* BUT! There are some which i expect to get very high marks but in the end did not meet my expectations. Overall, it was not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOOOO!!!! FUCK! Shit, i scared i fail.&lt;br /&gt;Distinction papers were all given out without my name called.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*GUAN SIANG GOT HIGHER THAN ME?!?!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Choong: This people also did a good job too. Bobby and Marrissa. Bobby, i expected much much higher for the top physics student. Please try not to repeat this again. :)&lt;br /&gt;23/32&lt;br /&gt;71.8%&lt;br /&gt;A2&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha so anyway, after going through all of the questions, i PLEADED Ms.Choong for 1more mark for me to obtain an A1 for my physics test.&lt;br /&gt;Hock Siong: HAHAHA I BEAT YOU YOU STUPID INDONESIAN PIG!&lt;br /&gt;I checked the CA2 result.&lt;br /&gt;I won Hock Siong&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA THE E-LEARNING ALSO COUNTED! I GOT A1! NOOB! MALAYSIAN DOG!&lt;br /&gt;Hock Siong: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~ whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, me, Gino, Alexis, Hock Siong and Guan Siang went to KFC and had our lunch there. It suddenly rained cats and dogs on our way there and without knowing what happened, Gino's umbrella went inverted! XD Took a picture of it. At KFC, I ordered a Shrooms Burger Meal and the rest... Uh... Not sure... Well, all i know was that Hock Siong ordered Toasted Twister Meal. Once his food arrived, he unwrapped the wrapper and took the first bite. "Not bad." he said. Aaand.. He went to the chili counter and pumped LOTS and LOTS of chilli inside. Went back to the seat and shook the toasted twister as if he was masturbating XD. What fun and laughter we had back there.&lt;br /&gt;Limosuine spotted!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHERE? WHERE? WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;Passed....&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... What the heck.. Seen some in America but it was the first time Guan Siang saw that though. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Yup, nothing much. Went home and dilly dally around in the house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it? Yeah... That's it.. Bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKwQ2F93jDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vH1aGs6mk8M/s1600-h/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKwQ2F93jDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vH1aGs6mk8M/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578988225694770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Inverted umbrella! :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKwQ2Yiw-bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_okdfKwWUMk/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKwQ2Yiw-bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_okdfKwWUMk/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578993212291506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Take no.2 :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-2277254743803226988?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/2277254743803226988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=2277254743803226988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/2277254743803226988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/2277254743803226988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/20-august-2008.html' title='20 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKwQ2F93jDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vH1aGs6mk8M/s72-c/Image127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-744345055984526912</id><published>2008-08-19T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:39:22.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 August 2008</title><content type='html'>Chemistry test today, thats all i have to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special except that i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;DONT CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;DONT CHEAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobby, you have studied hard and put all your effort into action!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNY YOU BASTARD YOU MADE ME CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Psst! Bobby, this answer correct or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thumbs up* :)&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Then this one leh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thumbs up* :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: PSST! I lazy think for this and this question!&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *showing number sign language*&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Psst! Bobby!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: This one same as you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thumbs up* &lt;em&gt;WAIT WAIT WAIT QUESTION 5 WRONG!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: okay.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Alright guys, times up, please hand the paper to the front. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa~~ Nothing else special for the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! Before the chemistry test, a bunch of ex-2E1 boys and some of 3E3 boys played chapteh and the chapteh "exploded"! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what'dya expect? 5 legs synchronize and kick the metal part of the chapteh and the whole thing dismantled by itself and the feathers flew all over HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-744345055984526912?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/744345055984526912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=744345055984526912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/744345055984526912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/744345055984526912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/19-august-2008.html' title='19 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-1014201138620302949</id><published>2008-08-18T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:21:06.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 August 2008</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, i'll just make this quick, i have to study for tomorrow's chemistry and geography test &gt;_&lt;(i HATE HATE HATE tests!). :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my Emaths test back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status-- 12/15... 12/15??!! WTF?! I thought i'd get 15/15!! My methods are all correct and i understand my 1 mark mistake for lack of accuracy for my third(fourth?) question but ALL MY METHODS are correct i dont understand why i was penalised! FUCK YOU MR.SIN! YOU DONT KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF MARKING TEST PAPERS! For maths, i was inspired SOOOO much more from my tuition teacher than Mr.Sin, my maths teacher. The truth about marking a paper is that no matter what method you use, as long as it makes sense and the answer is correct, why penalise the student? Hear that fat ass? *Sigh* whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, skipping the school hours, i was selected by the quarter master of the scout's den, Wei Yuan, which is also my friend, to clear the ashes at the pole area(the palce where we keep the long wooden poles for building structures). But before that, i had to carry the AVA stuffs back to the audio visual store at the third floor. Carrying the plastic bag of "wires" and 3 sockets up, i saw Mr. Singh two times. Fortunately, my hair was unoticed by him but i was asked to tuck in my shirt. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN RUN RUN to the den and carried 3 garbage bags to the pole area where Boon Chong, Wei Yuan and i shoveled up ashes into the garbage bag. HRRRUUUPPHHH! i went, including Boon Chong, carrying 3 layer of garbage bag filled with ashes and sand and firewood. KRRRTT KRRT RIP RIP~ the bag tore and we lifted it up on a chair where Boon Chong and i carried it to the scout's den and gave it to my officer whom just arrived as we arrived hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacking around the school i went after that. Also was in the lookout for Wei Yuan and Boon Chong who were washing the pot filled with ROTTEN curry which was left out for 2 days. Damm! Wasted my energy walking around the school when i actually walked in fron of them which i didnt notice. &lt;em&gt;Well Bobby, look on the bright side! You dont need to do any washing of that disgusting thing!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i carried another 3 garbage bag(5?) back to the pole area to scoop up somemore ashes but this time we're going to throw it away. Now that Zhen Jie had arrived, i asked Wei Yuan for the scout's den key, took my bag and returned the key to him just outside the school whereby i saw Mr.Singh unluckily. "BOY! TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT!" he baffled. So i tucked it in with the ringing sound of the keys in my hand and he went,"WHY IS THERE A KEY?! YOU CANNOT BRING THE KEY OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL! GIVE IT TO ME!" Handed over the key and shouted for Wei Yuan to retrieve the key and attempted to walk out of the school gate. Unfortunately, Mr.Turban Fuckhead exclaimed,"I SAID TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT LAAH! AND YOUR HAIR BEHIND VERY LONG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk Bobby, WALK AWAY!!&lt;/em&gt; and he went out of sight as i heaved a sigh of relief and tucked out my shirt again.(I'm a baaaaad boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! end of story, gonna start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr.Komplikated, fucking(signing) off! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-1014201138620302949?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/1014201138620302949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=1014201138620302949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1014201138620302949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/1014201138620302949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/18-august-2008.html' title='18 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-4988152513733865672</id><published>2008-08-17T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:18:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>campfire</title><content type='html'>Wonder why i did not post on Saturday? You'll know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported to school at 9am yesterday for my scout meeting. I saw a bunch of boys brigade guys marching around the carpark whereas big head was blocking the whole view. XD So anyway i reported outside the scout's den and put down my bag. I fell into Sanjay, my patrol leader(PL) to start the meeting until Jerold, my senior patrol leader(SPL) took over us and started the meeting with footdrill. Nothing much to say about footdrill except it was crappy because some of the secondary two kids were just being retards. (They were Heng Shon and Keng Ho(mentally disordered)) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am-- My officer Aru Sir and his rovers(scouts that are above the level of JC/Polytechnic) joined in and we scattered off for a 3-minute water break and back to outside the canteen to listen to Aru Sir's briefing for the day's campfire preparation.(Booorringg~) My job was to build a gateway for the scouts and guides and other guests to enter. But before that, all of us had to set up the area by carring the cafeteria's benches and tables. Blisters and torn skin were found on my palms for carrying too many benches alone. Fuck this job! FUCK FUCK FUCK! My arms' are aching now. So anyway, about the construction of the gateway, it was a seriously fucked up job where my junior had to order us to build the gateway, not forgetting my SPL. FUCK this job! I had splinters, bruises, rope burn all over my palms for 4 hours which we had lunch after that. Lunch was over when Aru Sir shouted at us for building a gateway of such horrid! WTF?!?! I SPENT FOUR HOURS DOING HALF OF IT AND IT WAS FUCKING REJECTED! So? I dont care anymore :) I slacked for the rest of the day and continued with the refreshments which i am in charge of. I were to prepare cheese bread(bite size), tuna sandwich and hotdog-and-pineapple on a toothpick. Did it until it was 5pm along with two of the rover scouts MayLwin and Isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15pm-- I bathed in the male staff toilet(kewl~). The shower cubical was fuckin cramped man! Buckets, mops, cleaning tools were in my way! Fortunately i still had a great shower with soap, facial wash and shampoo. Took lots of time not counting the time i had to wear my scouts uniform which was almost as long as my shower, but i was not late at all! :) So I dilly-dallied inside and even used "Gatsby Wild`n`Wet" moving rubber(not so much or it'll ruin my hair) and made a messy and trendy look for my hair.(Messy!Messy!Messy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm-- We made final preparations including rehearsal and cleaning up the area. Scouts, girl guides and other guests started to come in as i was having my dinner(fried rice Mmm-mm-mm~). I had my dinner quick and volunteered ushering the scouts and guides to their seats. Luckily all i ushered were guides! Hot ones! Haha just kidding.. :) Not that interested, I already have one HOHOHOHO~ :D So once i was done ushering and the time was 7.00pm, i took some pictures with my phone(horrible camera EUULIEKKK~ 2 Megapixels only), but it's worth the memory though... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00pm-- i went to an isolated place and called up my girlfriend(i missed her too much since i didn't talk to her for a day) and talked to her for 30 minutes. Surprisingly, no one was looking for me while i was talking to her. :) Good news i thought. :D Unfortunately, during our call, i missed many performances in the campfire. Haiz, relax bob, it's worth it... :) But still, i took some shots of one of the performance, the faancy drill. It was originated from the boys' brigade and the performers were jeered at for copying their moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm-- Campfire's over! WOOHOO! Some went aww~ but i went YEEAHH! i can go home early i thought. :D WE HAD TO CLEAR UP THE WHOLE THING AGAIN?!?!?!?! WHAT THE 100x FUCK!! Enough said and thoughts, i just listened to orders and placed the benches and tables back to the canteen. We also had to clear the fire pit where the fire was burning during the campfire. Heavy job it was but we managed to pull through it though :) I had to pick up the litters on the parade square too. GAAHHH! WHY AM I SHARING THIS HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip!Skip!Skip~ and i went home at 11.45pm. I took a taxi at 11.59pm. (Lucky me since i won't have to pay 50% extra which i had to if i were to take a taxi after midnight :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30am-- Threw down my bag and savage my toiletries from my "one-day camp", rushed to the toilet and had a long shower until it was 1.00am. Brushed my teeth after that folowed by watching Drake&amp;Josh, my favourite comedy show about conflicts between two brothers and their "evil" sister. Dead for 6 hours after that and went for tuition at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am-- Today, i went to Shaw Plaza's McDonalds and had my breakfast, a big one since i was seriously famished from yesterday's hard work and not forgetting that i had to walk in with my aching body. It was aching everywhere ahh~ Ahh~ AHHH!! Okokokokok relax GUYS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about today, just had 3 tuitions altogether. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKgI-RQ5fRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g67N0Tad3iQ/s320/Image124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235444432697392402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-4988152513733865672?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/4988152513733865672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=4988152513733865672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4988152513733865672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/4988152513733865672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/campfire.html' title='campfire'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKgFF9iDr4I/AAAAAAAAACk/61Ft96CBA0Y/s72-c/Image103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-6001566368572568989</id><published>2008-08-15T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:19:21.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 August 2008</title><content type='html'>7.30pm-- OH I AM SOOOOOOOOOO~~ tired.. WHEW! finally back home after a harsh day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30am-- I reached school and went up to my class level as usual everyday since my parents are not in singapore to take me to school. I saw Noel just outside the classroom and asked which why was he exceptinally early today. I know the reason actually... He wanted to talk to my girlfriend about his family problems but he just said i dont know... So i was like hahaha okay... And just talked to him about school stuff. So anyway, she came up and not wanting to be the middle man, i told them i'll be going to the washroom. Once im done in the washroom, stepped outside the washroom door, the both of them disappeared. So i thought where might they be?? Hahaha but i trust her so i dont bother to check on them and just sat down on the floor, waiting for the time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After morning assembly, (nothing much to say at that period) i went back to class with my friends, sat down and texted her about what happened earlier.. I waited for so long but still no reply. So i got a little bit petty but i was like: *sigh* okay bobby, dont let it out, just relax and focus on your studies... And so i did and stopped looking on my phone until i came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, today was TIRING, lessons were tortures! Except english lesson though, i put my brains at work during that period of time. I slept during chinese class(my most hatred class) and maths. The rest was just okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dismissal, i went to the toilet with Guan Siang to change into my PT kit. I asked Guan siang if he was steady with Shermaine. He's reply was..... ahh nevermind, im not telling, its a secret between us, and i'll share my secrets with him too, i know i can trust him. :) So anyway, i went out of the toilet and circles around the school to help him find his CCA teacher for his CCA room key. I parted with him outside his CCA room and went for my lunch with Hock Siong. Today's lunch is fried rice! Im a growing boy so i eat alot.. :) (TRUST ME i look many many many times fatter when i was in primary school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm-- Archery class began! YEEEAAAHHH!!! My favourite part of the day! Uncle err... Shit i forgot his name. Lets just call him Uncle Boo shall we? So Uncle Boo came in as a new instructor for the day. He was a former NPCC from a school i do not know. We recapped a few safety precautions and started practicing. I shot many yellow area! Awwright! :) Oh! almost forgot. The white area is out of target area, the black circle is the biggest circle, followed by blue red and yellow as the smallest target circle. If i dont hit a yellow, i'd either hit a red(most of it) or the circumference of red circle. Unfortunately, during a competition against the NPCC, I HIT ALWAYS HIT THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF THE YELLOW TARGET! FUCK MAN! Wtf was wrong with me back then? Aaanyway, "justice" was served to the loser. Our fellow scouts had to do the banana dance, a sexy one. It was seriously lame and i chose not to do it since i find it humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm-- That was the end of archery. (Awww~) We moved on to learning campfire songs for tomorrow's campfire. It was one of the lamest activity of the day. The most embarassing one was when we were to huddle together and sing "The More We Get Together". We were forced to be enthusiastic or else we would not move on. Ahh fuck it i dont wanna talk about it. The more i talk about it, the more i hate about my CCA. Sometimes i really want time to fly and become a secondary 4 student so that i will not need to attend Scouts for that year. The reason is that i have no friends there, well at least i have some to talk to but those are childish ones i dont bother to talk to. I'd loved scouting during my junior days because i have all my friends there and it was always fun. I lost two of my friends Zhen Jie, which i am completely neuttal with but he's still petty with me since that incident last year, and Vincent Widjaja,  REALLY REALLY REALLY good friend of mine of the same country. I do not know what happened to him just that sometimes he said i am a very extra person nowadays and treat me like an enemy. Seriously, how childish can he get..? Is this rational bully from Zhen Jie? Well whatever it is, i don't give a damm anymore, i dont care about them, i dont care about my CCA. I get CCA points and im outta my CCA for good. Im not saying about Wei Yuan, Boon Chong or Chong Kwan. They're still my friends though.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my CCA ended at 5.20pm and i staggered my tired legs to the bus-stop with my CCA polo tee and long pants, took bus 56(57?) home, had dinner(chicken rice) and a hot shower and will do my work after this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-6001566368572568989?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/6001566368572568989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=6001566368572568989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/6001566368572568989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/6001566368572568989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-august-2008.html' title='15 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-7675850917937591282</id><published>2008-08-14T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:06:00.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 August 2008</title><content type='html'>I dont know if i have much to say today but i'll just update because i got nothing to do right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's starter is PE! Nahhh, not very appetizing huh.. The boys who passed their 2.4km run were to play games for today. Unfortunately, we were only allowed to play in the school field. (WTF??)Only soccer ball was provided. As we proceed to the field, we kicked the ball around before we started playing a match. Then, the 3N3 guys came in and "extra-ed" us. They stole our ball and kicked it around as if it's nobody's business. So i thought we might as well play with them but my friends decided to leave with," wahh, they spoiler sia..." So my mind was like: they hum ah? Dont dare play with "pai kias". Anyway, my friends left so i went away as a coward too since Hock Siong is the only one playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... we ended up playing "chapteh" at the red area outside the school field. The objective is to juggle the chapteh in the air for 10 kicks, then 20 kicks with my friends as we passed it to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to do 15 only though. (DISAPPOINTED~~~) And then Hong Hui came into the scene and joined in. He juggled the chapteh for more than 10 times himself! Cool i guess.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rohan, our PE teacher came back to us and asked us where the soccer ball is (it's school's property). Hock Siong said that all of us did not want to play but the fact is that we ALL wanted to play just that some of us are too coward to play with them. We got scolded then and were told that we were untrustable. &lt;em&gt;(???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class after recess was a sad moment for me. My comprehension got 26/50. (WTF?!?!?!?!?!) IS MY ENGLISH THAT BAD?!?! Nevermind, what's done is done i'll do better next time. Then it was time foooooooooorrrr~~~ assembly! :)(Lazy to write about school hours before and after recess since there's nothing much to talk about). Glenn Lim talked to us with an outstanding speech of his teenagehood about him smuggling drugs and being unfilial to his family due to bad parenting i guess. Video was screened at the end of the talk for 20 minutes and we were released 20 minutes late then. Nevermind that i guess, since i had to stay back in school to do some painting for the banner for Saturday's Beatty Beaver's Scout Campfire. Oh and by the way, i did not tell you readers what Glenn said to us. IF, you're keen to know about his life, please visit www.glennlim.net. :) (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2.45pm, (YOU'RE LATE CHONG HAN!!stupid counsellor meeting...) we entered the gallery to start our paint. I took a detour there as Mr. Singh, our school's OM, was spotted at the route to the gallery. OF COURSE I HAD TO REMAIN UNSEEN FROM HIM!! That fucked up bastard muhfucker has been catching students for bad behaviour! EVERY SINGLE DAY WITHOUT FAIL! And my issue was hair... WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY HAIR? IT'S SHORT!!! I just like it styled and he thought it's long and have to be cut into nerrrd hairstyles. (No offence to those readers) So anyway, i placed my bag inside the Scout Den and changed into my PE attire. (I was in uniform as the school rules states that everyone have to be in school uniform everyday except mondays). My patrol, the lion patrol(lame name), laid out a medium sized black piece of cloth to be used as a banner and i started designing the banner. Once it was done, the rest painted the banner and i went straight home since i had to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i reached home, at 4.50pm, my girlfriend called me and asked me if i could meet up with her before she meets up with her friend at 6pm. I guess i gave a yes since it has been a long time since i dated her. About a week i guess. (Is one week long? No?) Anyway, i rushed for a hot shower and rushed out to Novena MRT station carrying 50 bucks to buy a new pencil case after im done meeting up with her. (The old one SUCKS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew to 5.14pm and i met her at..... Nah... Not telling or i maybe easily found out next time. So i saw her sitting down and waved at her. She looked tired and i asked her what happened. So i guess a walk and sharing an ice-cream with her might wake her up. So i walked with her to NTUC Fairprice since we had nowhere else to walk around, looked around and OH! She was staring at cookies at the cookie shelf and i was like," do you want some?" Nah, was her reply. And we went on holding hands. (Aww, so sweet..) As we went out of the supermarket, i bought her a mango snow ice costing me $3.90. We sat down at a place where alot of people sit and shared the ice-cream. She keeps feeding me... (Haha sweet girl..) But my mind was like YAY~ I HAVE A TOOL TO FEED ME!!!! Haha just kidding. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm, aww..... She had to go... So soon.....? But it was okay, it was worth meeting up with her. :) so waved at her and went back to Novena. There, i bought a new pencil case. It wasnt that nice but the rest was hideous! So i chose that one for $19.90. Then i ate my dinner at Long John Silvers, ordering grilled fish on rice with black pepper sauce and Coke Zero for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after dinner, placed my stationery into my new pencil box, sat down on the computer and started on my blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-7675850917937591282?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/7675850917937591282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=7675850917937591282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/7675850917937591282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/7675850917937591282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/14-august-2008.html' title='14 August 2008'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-6390957416007306168</id><published>2008-08-13T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T05:26:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tests</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to say for today, guess im just a lazy ass. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEST, TEST &amp; TEST!!!! Emaths and physics test were called for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;Emaths-- May get full marks&lt;br /&gt;Physics-- May get high marks but have chance that i might lose to my friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my poa and my chinese tests also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-- FAIL AS ALWAYS! im not a chinese speaker nor i watch chinese programmes HELLO~~ In the end, 19/50... :( btw, our group only have 4 passes out of 27 students! nice one~~&lt;br /&gt;POA-- Full marks. Gino highlighted my mistake which might have cost me half a mark. I helped him obtain half a mark also by pointing out his mistake so we both get full marks! 15/15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were released early by our kind physics teacher, at around lets say.... 1.50pm, 10 minutes before dismissal time! Me and my brathas went to the canteen to buy fish burger and milo packet back to class to prepare for 2.00pm's Social Studies LSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out she did not show up as i was playing chapteh with my friends in class OUR VERSION of course. Simple rule, kick it into the box on the shelf! Asyraf scored all the goals while non of the rest did including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside our school after the game of "chapteh", Alexis, Gino, Wei Yuan and i went to the nearby HDB fitness corner for the aged and messed around with the equipments. Alexis was having "bicycle sex" with me. Have the video but yeah... Lazy to convert. :D We then spun around the rotating thingy and imitated the pose of the big head XD what fun and lots of laugh we had back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for today, went home and converted the fencing video into a wmv format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! i forgot, when i reached home smelly and sticky, craving for a hot shower, the main sewage was blocked and the SEWAGE water came out from the the hole at the master bedroom's toilet. EEWW!! i can see alot of black black thing on the floor and worse of all, SHIT FLOATING AROUND THE TOILET FLOOR OMGWTFBBQ!! So i had to wait until 3.30pm until the plumberman comes and fix the problem until i can have my shower. 4.30pm and he did not come, i took a shower at the second toilet just outside the master bedroom but have to limit the water usage just in case alot of water comes out from the hole again. IM FINALLY CLEAN! i thought. And i threw my dirty uniform in the kitchen and hang the towel and jumped dead on the bed for my afternoon nap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what i call that's all for today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-6390957416007306168?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/6390957416007306168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=6390957416007306168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/6390957416007306168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/6390957416007306168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/tests.html' title='tests'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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-2948636662664205596.post-8861948412754077544</id><published>2008-08-12T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:03:56.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fencing</title><content type='html'>Can't write much now, have to study for tomorrow's maths and physics test. Our class had a one-day fencing session today. We rode a low-class bus judging from the old-fashioned interior design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our lesson will be held at somewhere grand or probably a CC but it was held at a very old place like a dark alley. The entrance was covered with wood to have the traditional feeling. But we had to walk up a flight of dirty staircase to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we placed our belonging at the side of the sparring room, we listened to instructions on handling the three types of weapons, the foil, the epee and the sabre. We were using the epee because it was the easiest to use and no rules were to be adhered during sparring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practices was fun but we were somewhat uncooperative with the instructor from the loud noises we make. Hock Siong was my partner and we were the top jokers in practices and sparring. After we were dont practicing with plastic weapons, it was time to use the real one. Hock Siong and i went third as i took a video of the first match between two of my classmates Kenny and Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our turn, hahaha what jokers we were at that time. i went RAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he also went RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! but we were only walking towards each other and slowly hit each other until i scored the first hit. Our final score was 5-2. i won!! yay~ video also taken by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rematch but i lost 3-1 this time. awwww... :( Hahaha anyway, i have to stop now, i gotta continue studying for my tests tomorrow. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB-2fZNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uyfY7_JaFmA/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233607158760289874 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB-2fZNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uyfY7_JaFmA/s320/Image094.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The first photo i took.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB-0PTwoI/AAAAAAAAACE/fU3usaIfuvs/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233607158155952770 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB-0PTwoI/AAAAAAAAACE/fU3usaIfuvs/s320/Image096.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Instructions before the real thing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB_KryuBI/AAAAAAAAACM/2zzmUYRPkws/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233607164181002258 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB_KryuBI/AAAAAAAAACM/2zzmUYRPkws/s320/Image098.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Took it, nothing to do :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB_Bqi9LI/AAAAAAAAACU/qyjBx7n2Fv0/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233607161759855794 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB_Bqi9LI/AAAAAAAAACU/qyjBx7n2Fv0/s320/Image101.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Im holding the plastic sword with a jedi pose, cool eh? :) that's the end of the day&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2823791724f5a9d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2823791724f5a9d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D678F2B4EB50CB0AA772FDD17FB24FD7E448E8673.77EFD9B5C49595DF6DD63D9974DC3313F5FEC604%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2823791724f5a9d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_hyoqHQSJ-nwgOUBT-3qDNALmv4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2823791724f5a9d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331551128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D678F2B4EB50CB0AA772FDD17FB24FD7E448E8673.77EFD9B5C49595DF6DD63D9974DC3313F5FEC604%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2823791724f5a9d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_hyoqHQSJ-nwgOUBT-3qDNALmv4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hilarious video of me sparring against Hock Siong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-8861948412754077544?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/8861948412754077544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=8861948412754077544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8861948412754077544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/8861948412754077544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/fencing.html' title='fencing'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKGB-2fZNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uyfY7_JaFmA/s72-c/Image094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-840386615535697339</id><published>2008-08-11T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:12:36.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, nothing much to say but today, i went out with Guan Siang, Gino, and Hock Siong to play basketball at my auntie's house again. I started off playing with Guan Siang and Gino first. GOD! i got thrashed by Guan Siang (a.k.a big head). Guys, i shall now officially refer Guan Siang as big head :). anyway i got thrashed by him with score 5-1. (&lt;em&gt;WTF???&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hock Siong entered the arena from me fetching him from the back gate. He stripped off his clothes and went on playing basketball. (He's a pro). I teamed up with Hock Siong and he's like wtf??? He kept scolding me fat indonesian pig. I know he's just playing then i just join in the "game" i guess. I went like this ,"YOU THINK YOUR MOTHER FATHER BLACK YOU BIG AH YOU KNNBCCBKPBP OMGWTFBBQ!111 FUCK YOUR MALAYSIAN FAMILY TO THE CORE LAH!" something like that i guess :). And then we just kept on playing. Then there was this score he made and then he screamed RAWR!!! YEAAHH!!!! and spit saliva on me. (WTF?!?!?!?!?!) I was like ," FUCK YOU LAH SPIT SPIT SPIT CB FUCK!" and i spit twice as much as him. Alas, we turned out spitting at each other. Disgusting freak. We play, but at times we dont go overbroad right? zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for a swim! Woohoo! Hehe, Gino and Hock Siong went for a headstart while i send big head to the back gate. What fun we had for a swim. There wasnt anybody around so we went "raping" each other in the pool. :D i kept pulling Hock Siong's swimming pants as we always do especially in class. Gross dont you think? Nah its not, we're used to it. :) Then we played "find the goggles" game. They threw my goggles here and there and we kept on playing until we're tired and went for a suntan in the HOT weather. Btw, my nose got a sunburn. :( Aaaaanyway, Hock Siong was on his UNDIES when he was suntanning. I REPEAT UNDIES!!! NOT SWIMMING PANTS!!! WHAT A SEXY BITCH!!!! i decided to take some pictures XD (for 14 years and above only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the gym after that to chill around and finally went to United square and ate like fucked up hungry pigs! I ate 2 serving of "food" and Hock Siong ate three! Fat ass! Then i thought... Ooooooh!!! The "food" is a bad combo to my stomach! and thus the day ends here with me running home and "you know what".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3pgqJdqI/AAAAAAAAABc/bPKtSM-YXcU/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3pgqJdqI/AAAAAAAAABc/bPKtSM-YXcU/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243953285396130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Score!Score!Score!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKK5virtpYI/AAAAAAAAACc/A6u6ZAbbEEc/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKK5virtpYI/AAAAAAAAACc/A6u6ZAbbEEc/s320/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233949943373079938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;my sexy shooting pose&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3pxKitNI/AAAAAAAAABk/on69bldWk4o/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3pxKitNI/AAAAAAAAABk/on69bldWk4o/s320/Image088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243957716235474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take no.1 hot ass~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3qS-c0eI/AAAAAAAAABs/7zakIMRJlBQ/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3qS-c0eI/AAAAAAAAABs/7zakIMRJlBQ/s320/Image089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243966792323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take no.2&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3qgAaDCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PPrVqCpvNLA/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3qgAaDCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PPrVqCpvNLA/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243970290191394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take no.3 :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-840386615535697339?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/840386615535697339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=840386615535697339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/840386615535697339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/840386615535697339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA3pgqJdqI/AAAAAAAAABc/bPKtSM-YXcU/s72-c/Image086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-5304987853989587605</id><published>2008-08-10T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:14:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>Three days ago, after my school's X-country event,i met up with my friends Gino and Guan Siang at the bus-stop near my house. We're planning to play basketball in the afternoon at my auntie's house. So i waited at my house bus-stop at around 2 plus until i met up with Guan Siang. We sat and talked like gays (we are NOT gays). He kept asking me who my girlfriend is but i kept telling him its not her which in fact is someone else. Tough luck Guan Siang :) You'll find out by yourself soon enough. Anyway thirty minutes later, Gino's spotted at bus 57 which took us 30 minutes long to wait. God! Whats wrong with him! Took long enough to come huh, always and will always be late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway we made our way to my auntie's house by jay walking, and finally reached the back gate of that gigantic spacious magnificent condominium of hers. Wow! you guys should come see one day :) maybe i might host a barbeque party during my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, upon opening the back gate with AWESOME security technology with the usage of a key card to tap-and-open the door, Gino, Guan Siang and i strolled over a pond of kois, passed by an enormous tennis court (no one was inside though) and walked by an empty swimming pool. We then reached a half-court basketball court, dropped our stuff at the sides of the court and i threw in the first ball :D Guan Siang was changing his clothes so as to not be smelly after the game. Eww, he's actually using my clothes, how's it gonna fit through his head? XD just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played and played for an hour plus until i injured my left hand's ring finger (i can't get married nooooo XD)so i stopped playing basketball and watched them play instead for another 20 minutes until i barged in and shot in another score. We then played a simple game of ABCD of basketball where we have to shoot in different angles in one round to win the game. Guan Siang won, i was the runner up and Gino, LOSER~~~ hahaha anyway we then played a game called D,I,E. The rules are simple: the first scorer will be mimed by the rest. If missed score, D is given, followed by I and E will end the person's privilage of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing for more than 2 hours, we were all sweating like hell and we staggered our way to the gym, where we can enjoy the cool aircon and train up our bodies. I bought drinks for them to chill inside the gym. It was a hell-af-a fun and mostly relaxing time there. I was messing around with the equipments along with Gino. The most fun part was playing around with the bouncing ball thingy. Wow, i laughed and farted alot when i was playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of chilling around the gym, we played another 30 minutes of basketball under the dark clouds. Believe me, it was only 4.35pm and the clouds are like the night sky. I played with my injured finger and won Guan Siang in the first round while Gino was just sitting around. But Guan Siang owned me in the second round for i was extremely in a fatigue. So, the score was 2-1 overall, 1 from the earlier part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed for 5 minutes as Guan Siang gave me back my clothes. Pheeeew! It was goddamm smelly! *vomits* haha anyway, we rushed home as the dark clouds signals heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staggered home with an injured thigh which i realised on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA29MZqvEI/AAAAAAAAABE/FA8iWsynLvE/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA29MZqvEI/AAAAAAAAABE/FA8iWsynLvE/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243191933320258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gino the slouch&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA2-dVTlfI/AAAAAAAAABM/obNohrNdh8o/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA2-dVTlfI/AAAAAAAAABM/obNohrNdh8o/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243213658297842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am slouchier :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA2_mkJwHI/AAAAAAAAABU/STwis_P918Q/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA2_mkJwHI/AAAAAAAAABU/STwis_P918Q/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233243233316356210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;no comments :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-5304987853989587605?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/5304987853989587605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=5304987853989587605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5304987853989587605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/5304987853989587605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3DH8TvCTbk/SKA29MZqvEI/AAAAAAAAABE/FA8iWsynLvE/s72-c/Image081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2948636662664205596.post-6186335723624022584</id><published>2008-08-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:35:40.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the first day</title><content type='html'>hey guys. my first time blogging, will try to update soon ya :)&lt;br /&gt;i still have to focus on studies etc. dont i? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2948636662664205596-6186335723624022584?l=i-komplikated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/feeds/6186335723624022584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2948636662664205596&amp;postID=6186335723624022584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/6186335723624022584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2948636662664205596/posts/default/6186335723624022584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-komplikated.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing.html' title='Today&apos;s the first day'/><author><name>i-komplikated</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425029262869945872</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>
