<?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-4048387912288698508</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:34:39.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake; kaaanweii `</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-4073961275467903384</id><published>2009-09-08T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:45:47.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>暗恋</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Oq4eErG1E0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Oq4eErG1E0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暗戀 - 張智成&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四目交接的時候 不要停留太久&lt;br /&gt;適可而止的問候 關心不能太過&lt;br /&gt;好奇也別去探索 嫉妒只能深鎖&lt;br /&gt;如果忍不住寂寞 也不能對你說&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊好朋友啊我的好朋友&lt;br /&gt;不小心的沉默 不能讓你太難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們就站在落地窗的兩邊&lt;br /&gt;就算觸碰也有了界限&lt;br /&gt;如果跨越過彼此那道邊界&lt;br /&gt;是靠近還是更遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相信我們走到另一個境界&lt;br /&gt;搭肩高唱友誼萬萬歲&lt;br /&gt;要是我愛你變成了語言&lt;br /&gt;什麼會多一些 什麼會少一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就讓別人去猜測 我們清白的很&lt;br /&gt;就讓自己去承受 那種清白的悶&lt;br /&gt;就算我只是朋友 能不能有要求&lt;br /&gt;如果你發現什麼 還是我想太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊好朋友就只是好朋友&lt;br /&gt;不小心說出口 微笑中藏著難過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們就站在落地窗的兩邊&lt;br /&gt;就算觸碰也有了界限&lt;br /&gt;如果跨越過彼此那道邊界&lt;br /&gt;是靠近還是更遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你會不會也曾閃過這感覺&lt;br /&gt;一念之間就要差一點&lt;br /&gt;要是我愛你變成了利劍&lt;br /&gt;什麼會被消滅 什麼才會復原&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我的底線 繼續將你暗戀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song with good lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;but just to clarify, the singer isn't gay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't think he is. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the lyrics don't only reflect gay love la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, been up to nothing much lately, since i've been busy preparing for ns.&lt;br /&gt;woot. 2 days to go, in 15mins time. *salutes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4073961275467903384?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4073961275467903384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4073961275467903384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4073961275467903384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4073961275467903384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='暗恋'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2376649890684112162</id><published>2009-08-18T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T03:07:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>neglected this blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.. been up to nothing much lately, apart from clubbing again on wed and going to eileen's house for mahjong on sunday. and oh, eating shokudo+watching gi joe with gaysix&amp;amp;co. ended up spending the night over at bin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to just hang out at a friend's place, just chilling around, chit chatting, playing some games or whatever. cos that's where you feel the most natural at. other than having to remember the basic etiquette one ought to have in someone else's place, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my place ain't too bad, just that it's inconvenient, only my small room can be used, and it's without aircon, and it's messy as hell. mm, it's quite bad now, come to think of it. if i had the money i'd have bought new furniture and stuffs, and also renovate my room meanwhile. i've been wanting to have my room be of a particular design ever since i've seen it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have some wooden platform right smack in the middle of the room then just one mattress on top of it. have some compartments in the platform for me to keep misc. stuffs. mm.. then i'll get rid of a computer table. prolly just find some low surface to put a laptop to use or something. meanwhile i can lower the position my tv's wall mounted at so that i can just sit/lie on my bed and watch. so on and so forth. lol. that is if i've the money. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. nothing much to talk about. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2376649890684112162?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2376649890684112162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2376649890684112162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2376649890684112162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2376649890684112162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8819417488992419880</id><published>2009-08-11T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:49:22.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing.</title><content type='html'>习惯了你的重量 温柔得压在手上&lt;br /&gt;现在却不得不放&lt;br /&gt;习惯了你的味道 漂浮在我的肩膀&lt;br /&gt;想到从前 我们都笑了 都哭了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后一次一起分享月光 隔着一只行李箱&lt;br /&gt;我知道这样忍痛退让只为了一丝微笑&lt;br /&gt;我不会爱 拥抱总是太沉太慢&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜常常少说一段 用心再深 看不出来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你遇见一份除了我之外的温暖&lt;br /&gt;两人的幸福变成三人拥挤不堪&lt;br /&gt;我试着填满 心却一再少一块&lt;br /&gt;就算我对你的爱 深的像一片海 重的我放不开&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的 我想我不会爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果时间可以抵上感伤&lt;br /&gt;我愿意无限制的燃烧&lt;br /&gt;只要你的镜头 永远印着微笑&lt;br /&gt;我不会爱 拥抱总是太沉太慢&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜常常少说一段 用心再深 看不出来&lt;br /&gt;当你遇见一份除了我之外的温暖&lt;br /&gt;两人的幸福变成三人拥挤不堪&lt;br /&gt;我试着填满 心却一再少一块&lt;br /&gt;就算我对你的爱 深的像一片海 重的我放不开&lt;br /&gt;真的 我真的不会爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是烧痛我双手的焰火&lt;br /&gt;却也为你灿烂了黑夜 黑夜~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱 拥抱总是太慢&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜常常少说了一段&lt;br /&gt;我用心再深 看不出来&lt;br /&gt;当你遇见一份除了我之外的温暖&lt;br /&gt;除了忘我祝福 我能怎么办&lt;br /&gt;对你的爱 就算像一片海 重的我放不开&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的 我真的不会爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8819417488992419880?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8819417488992419880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8819417488992419880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8819417488992419880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8819417488992419880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing.html' title='nothing.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1215965719454927465</id><published>2009-08-08T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:43:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZzs8RcrT9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZzs8RcrT9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long on my own&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their private world&lt;br /&gt;Where they can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to get through?&lt;br /&gt;Are you reaching out for me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so fucking depressed&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get out this slump&lt;br /&gt;If I could just get over this hump&lt;br /&gt;But I need something to pull me out this dump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bruises, took my lumps&lt;br /&gt;Fell down and I got right back up&lt;br /&gt;But I need that spark to get psyched back up&lt;br /&gt;And in order for me to pick the mic back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how or why or when&lt;br /&gt;I ended up this position I'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel dissin' again&lt;br /&gt;So I decided just to pick this pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and try to make an attempt to vent&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't admit&lt;br /&gt;Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap&lt;br /&gt;I need a new outlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know some shit's so hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;But I can't just sit back and wallow&lt;br /&gt;In my own sorrow but I know one fact&lt;br /&gt;I'll be one tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be one tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But you'd have to walk a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes, just to see&lt;br /&gt;What it's like, to be me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;br /&gt;Go inside each others' minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find&lt;br /&gt;Look at shit through each others' eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so tense and gloom&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel like I gotta check&lt;br /&gt;The temperature of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;And so I try to avoid any eye contact&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I do that then it opens the door&lt;br /&gt;For conversation, like I want that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for extra attention&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be just like you&lt;br /&gt;Blend in with the rest of the room&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just point me to the closest restroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no fucking man servant&lt;br /&gt;Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at every single joke I crack&lt;br /&gt;And half of 'em ain't even funny like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Marshall you're so funny man&lt;br /&gt;You should be a comedian, god damn!"&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am&lt;br /&gt;I just hide behind the tears of a clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you all sit down&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the tale I'm about to tell&lt;br /&gt;Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes&lt;br /&gt;And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes, just to see&lt;br /&gt;What it's like, to be me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;To feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;br /&gt;Go inside each others minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find&lt;br /&gt;Look at shit through each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody asked for life to deal us&lt;br /&gt;With these bullshit hands we're dealt&lt;br /&gt;We gotta take these cards ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And flip 'em, don't expect no help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I could've either just sat on my ass&lt;br /&gt;And pissed and moaned&lt;br /&gt;Or take this situation in which I'm placed in&lt;br /&gt;And get up and get my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never the type of kid&lt;br /&gt;To wait by the door and pack his bags&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed&lt;br /&gt;For a dad to show up who never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to fit in&lt;br /&gt;Every single place, every school I went&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of being that cool kid&lt;br /&gt;Even if it meant acting stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Edna always told me&lt;br /&gt;Keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'm just standing there&lt;br /&gt;Holding my tongue tryna talk like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole&lt;br /&gt;At 8 years old&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson then&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I already told you my whole life story&lt;br /&gt;Not just based on my description&lt;br /&gt;'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin&lt;br /&gt;It's probably 110% different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we would have to walk a mile&lt;br /&gt;In each others shoes at least&lt;br /&gt;What size you wear? I wear 10's&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you can fit your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes, just to see&lt;br /&gt;What it's like, to be me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;br /&gt;Go inside each others minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find&lt;br /&gt;Look at shit through each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;br /&gt;They can all get fucked just stay true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long on my own&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their private world&lt;br /&gt;Where they can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to get through?&lt;br /&gt;Are you reaching out for me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to my babies&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, daddy will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;God gave you shoes to fit you&lt;br /&gt;So put 'em on and wear 'em&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself man, be proud of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Even if it sounds corny&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1215965719454927465?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1215965719454927465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1215965719454927465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1215965719454927465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1215965719454927465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4873930099567539209</id><published>2009-08-05T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:22:19.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot.</title><content type='html'>i think my new blog's somewhat up and running, though i got immensely lazy about customising it.&lt;br /&gt;it's not satisfactory yet so i shall not give the link..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, this blog shall function as normal till i'm satisfied. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time crawls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 days. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4873930099567539209?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4873930099567539209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4873930099567539209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4873930099567539209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4873930099567539209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/woot.html' title='woot.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3797848575597042916</id><published>2009-07-30T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:50:06.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misfit</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really do think that i'm a misfit.&lt;br /&gt;i can be found within a number of cliques, but .. i'm never really there, per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i don't really find myself feeling wanted. &lt;br /&gt;is more like, oh you're here. hi. kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe things that i do are just not enough. &lt;br /&gt;just short of making it.&lt;br /&gt;short hur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just point out the reason why i'm feeling so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't. &lt;br /&gt;and i wish i'm a little less observant and sensitive than i am.&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is bliss after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. shall just go sleep. &lt;br /&gt;today wasn't a great day, though nothing in particular happened. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: everything's fine now. don't worry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3797848575597042916?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3797848575597042916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3797848575597042916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3797848575597042916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3797848575597042916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/misfit.html' title='misfit'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-6208931521297370595</id><published>2009-07-29T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:58:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>migration.</title><content type='html'>i'm considering to change blog..&lt;br /&gt;kinda sick of the orange-blue shit of blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will still be here until i finish setting up the shit on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give you all the address when it's ready. woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6208931521297370595?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6208931521297370595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6208931521297370595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6208931521297370595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6208931521297370595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/migration.html' title='migration.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4925152353324775855</id><published>2009-07-29T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:39:37.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore throat is sore.</title><content type='html'>ignore the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean anything...&lt;br /&gt;well, it DID, but it doesn't now. LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've a sickening sore throat that simply refuses to go away.&lt;br /&gt;and fate dictates that i had to make it worse, by eating mcdonald's for lunch, sing k in the evening, followed by long john silvers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well. it's getting pretty silent with the poly cliques!&lt;br /&gt;with the attachment, university, WLT, work, army, navy stuffs going on.&lt;br /&gt;and i have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;goddammit. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;people kindly see me until sick during these few weeks. :D =xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm damn broke recently.&lt;br /&gt;i still gotta get some misc. stuffs for army too.&lt;br /&gt;phone, watch, for eg. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrh. byebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4925152353324775855?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4925152353324775855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4925152353324775855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4925152353324775855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4925152353324775855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sore-throat-is-sore.html' title='sore throat is sore.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8483427478452327256</id><published>2009-07-28T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:58:08.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WiguyNDwvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WiguyNDwvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8483427478452327256?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8483427478452327256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8483427478452327256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8483427478452327256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8483427478452327256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-well.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7570826053615318420</id><published>2009-07-25T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:52:53.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad stomach</title><content type='html'>i've been having a bad stomach the whole day, and it's not good, especially when i had to spend the day before without an appetite.&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my voice briefly, just to top it up.&lt;br /&gt;honeyed lemon water works wonders, really.&lt;br /&gt;at least i can hear myself talking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i came a quote by george carlin, so i went to google all of his quotes.&lt;br /&gt;these are a few that i found hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live long enough, sooner or later everybody you know has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;I knew a transsexual guy whose only ambition is to eat, drink, and be Mary. &lt;br /&gt;You can prick your finger — just don’t finger your prick.&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that (while driving) anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do “practice”?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a fear of heights. I do, however, have a fear of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt; from heights.&lt;br /&gt;I have as much authority as the Pope. I just don’t have as many people who believe it.&lt;br /&gt;"I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence? &lt;br /&gt;Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on. &lt;br /&gt;i haven't been in a blogging mood lately, so forgive me for the dry spell.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕭敬騰 - 王妃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkUxUPUj8Sc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkUxUPUj8Sc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曹格 - 寂寞先生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wq9eZIHbsUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wq9eZIHbsUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank - 如果我變成回憶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8c-ZOfYYbDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8c-ZOfYYbDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;張棟樑 - 沉默的瞬間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WT3CPsvTpO4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WT3CPsvTpO4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/4048387912288698508-7570826053615318420?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7570826053615318420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7570826053615318420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7570826053615318420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7570826053615318420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-stomach.html' title='bad stomach'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2688628394332864410</id><published>2009-07-18T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:27:54.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RARRHH!</title><content type='html'>roughly 7 more weeks to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide whether to wish for time to pass faster or slower. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. just blogging to show that i'm still alive and kicking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2688628394332864410?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2688628394332864410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2688628394332864410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2688628394332864410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2688628394332864410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/rarrhh.html' title='RARRHH!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3988413746196987319</id><published>2009-07-11T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:04:51.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post</title><content type='html'>will do a quick one then i'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to send jessica off at the airport..&lt;br /&gt;she's going off to aussie to study. lols.&lt;br /&gt;i think i know around five who went aussie to study already. dammit. ns waste my 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, had dinner at popeyes then went vivo to chill for a couple of hours and we went dbl o. gg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clubbing was quite unexpected, but thankfully there were girls these time round, albeit only 2. bel and qixin. lols. haven't clubbed with them before. so i was a little surprised that they quite 'fang de kai'.. cos more or less, the girls that i know somehow tend to belong to the more conservative side. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is taking more time than i expected, so i shall end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip was significantly more fun than the previous one. &lt;br /&gt;and i suspect there's another clubbing trip coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;apparently the girls who wasn't able to go for yesterday/today's intend to go during ladies' night either this coming wed or the next. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: one good thing is that i only spent the 25 bucks + cab fare for today. i don't even know who the hell paid for the alcohol running around in my blood now. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3988413746196987319?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3988413746196987319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3988413746196987319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3988413746196987319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3988413746196987319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-post.html' title='quick post'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5571058405671370298</id><published>2009-07-09T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:36:21.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream.</title><content type='html'>just woke up from a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really remember the sequence but it was a variety of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember myself seeming to go back to some sec school where me and a few friends [i noticed 2 primary school friends, should have more] share our experience in tertiary education with them, etc. and one of them was making strange noises while hiding behind the person sitting in front of him to disturb the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it somehow led to me looking for my specs. cos in real life i keep my specs on my computer table, the area where you usually have the keyboard. you can pull out the thing and all.. i removed the keyboard and placed my specs there instead since i wasn't using the desktop anymore. so anyway, i somehow pulled the thing out to find my specs [even though i was still at the school. lol.] i found 20+ over pairs of specs instead of my 3 pairs. then it led to a search of my specs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next scene, i went with a bunch of friends [i think. i don't seem to remember or recognise who they are] to smoke..? something i guess. then we just went to some ulu place where a few bikers left their bikes lying around. we just took the bikes and some pot-like thing and rode off.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the scene was at some.. event? carnival? i was doing stunts with the bike. trying to evade people while stunt jumping on platforms, etc. then after that, i tried to join a few tournaments which i can't remember what, and some guy i was with came back and said he won some random tournament. i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some smart dick in the neighborhood decided to drill his wall and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super weird dream. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i suspect the sec school dream was due to me being in the vicinity of nan hua yesterday, so maybe subconsciously i was thinking about sec school, then the smoking thing was cos i came across some guy in hwz forums asking about why smoke marijuana in amsterdam [where it's perfectly legal], but come back to sg will kena charged for drug abuse if kena caught. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh well. interesting, seeing that i haven't been dreaming in a long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5571058405671370298?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5571058405671370298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5571058405671370298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5571058405671370298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5571058405671370298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream.html' title='dream.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7643179274086369</id><published>2009-07-08T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:49:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enlist..</title><content type='html'>another two of my friends enlisting tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;my cousin enlisting soon too. can't really remember the date, but it's within this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( why is sept 11 still so long away~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7643179274086369?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7643179274086369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7643179274086369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7643179274086369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7643179274086369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/enlist.html' title='enlist..'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7956820972333233265</id><published>2009-07-03T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:45:25.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful woman</title><content type='html'>分生 - 張惠妹 vs 阿密特 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxeMywiI47I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxeMywiI47I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在KTV说爱你MV－言承旭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛上 - 小宇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyKDw8Rmbbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyKDw8Rmbbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;終於說出口 - 小宇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNYU-02hvug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNYU-02hvug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;關於我愛你 - 張懸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKefu-Ij0Mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKefu-Ij0Mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selling - 張懸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-NYTbUDrZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-NYTbUDrZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful woman - 張懸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6OwAAqu4A8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6OwAAqu4A8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing in particular to blog about.. so just enjoy these few songs that i came across recently. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7956820972333233265?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7956820972333233265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7956820972333233265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7956820972333233265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7956820972333233265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-woman.html' title='beautiful woman'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4864355266025684080</id><published>2009-06-27T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:27:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twit.</title><content type='html'>just revamped my blog..&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to, initially, but i wanted to add twitter to my blog and i couldn't really fit the shit into my previous spastic layout, so i jitao just change. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i added twitter cos it's obvious that i won't update that frequent.. so i'll just update twitter every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's some sort of facebook status-like kind of thing. haha. &lt;br /&gt;twitter's been out there for quite long liao la. &lt;br /&gt;just that i didn't feel like using it until now nia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway hope the layout's okay.&lt;br /&gt;did a little of editing here and there, since the blogskins i can find are mostly catered to girls. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. half an hour moar to my show! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4864355266025684080?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4864355266025684080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4864355266025684080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4864355266025684080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4864355266025684080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/twit.html' title='twit.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2892260922508895922</id><published>2009-06-24T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:52:06.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tolerance</title><content type='html'>i realise in whatever clique that i hang out in, there will usually be people that i end up having to tolerate with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, instead of hanging out with f6, i've been hanging out with.. i don't know, 10 guys? from my sec school. i think i've mentioned it before.. heck. then now they are all trying to tolerate this one guy. i can't say he's being a pain in the ass, or just socially awkward, but he's the nerd of the group.. kind of. and will just keep on sprouting useless trivia that no one bothers about. that, or say something like, why sg govt is making such a huge fuss over h1n1 when other countries are not giving any shit about it.., etc. like.. o.0? and his attitude isn't exactly desirable either. =/ &lt;br /&gt;i can tolerate him fine, but the others aren't that patient ba. they are considering boycotting him or something.. i don't really agree, but then i have to admit that it's less tiring without him around. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh well. guys. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, NS is seriously wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if NS took away 2.5years rather than 2years of my life. &lt;br /&gt;i see friends of my same age POP-ing like shit [pun intended] while i remain undigested in the small intestine. rawrh. approx 80 more days to go. o.0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel bored now. =/&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i had fun last night i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and gawd, i shall find sometime to go shop for groceries with my mum. ^^&lt;br /&gt;can leech from her by spamming snacks for my supper time and having her pay. wahaha. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i should get the f6 out sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've been neglecting them for quite some time. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2892260922508895922?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2892260922508895922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2892260922508895922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2892260922508895922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2892260922508895922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/tolerance.html' title='tolerance'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2847616130465872473</id><published>2009-06-19T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:32:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot.</title><content type='html'>nothing interesting to blog lately.. =/&lt;br /&gt;since my days have been almost the same in and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;began listening to 933 again now and came across this old song. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooV1kJXj0Jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooV1kJXj0Jw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. just being random.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to do these days ley, just that i've begin to workout in preparation for NS lo. damn sian. not really interested in finding work as well. lololol. obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago i accidentally came by this drama, 痞子英雄. &lt;br /&gt;not a typical taiwan idol drama.. so i think not that bad. ^^&lt;br /&gt;the girls inside quite pretty also. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3w_rxaVbLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3w_rxaVbLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;okay la. nothing much to say liao. woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2847616130465872473?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2847616130465872473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2847616130465872473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2847616130465872473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2847616130465872473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/woot.html' title='woot.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5781398251064190816</id><published>2009-05-31T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:13:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise! (:</title><content type='html'>wow o wow.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a shock just now.&lt;br /&gt;trying to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;should be over it soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i'm damn broke right now.&lt;br /&gt;been going out with my sec school mates lately.&lt;br /&gt;games are a good way to bond back with old friends i guess. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;initially they invited me to play cos they were missing people, then bit by bit i revived contact with them again and have been hanging out with them since. &lt;br /&gt;reminds me of good old times.&lt;br /&gt;lost touch mainly cos they live near each other, so are closer to each other from the start whereas i live in bp. -.- sad to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i haven't really been going out with the poly peeps since my birthday celebration omg. we really should go out some time soon. =x but hope i don't have to do the planning. keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but arh well. screw. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5781398251064190816?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5781398251064190816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5781398251064190816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5781398251064190816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5781398251064190816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise.html' title='surprise! (:'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8629948887619866325</id><published>2009-05-03T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:46:48.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atashinchi no danshi.</title><content type='html'>i don't wanna rant already, cos i think a little no point.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to kp about my father initially.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;4d + toto addict. kns. &lt;br /&gt;he can splurge all his money on them then end up having to borrow up to 1k from my mum in order to buy again. like wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless, so i don't wanna bother. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, came across a new jdrama, quite nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/atashinchi-no-danshi/"&gt;Atashinchi no Danshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw it means the Guys of my new home. something like that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a comedy la. only up to 2 episodes now though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise i tend to like songs when the singer sings in a cute voice. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kviqEdhL3kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kviqEdhL3kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUKwH81csts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUKwH81csts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=xxx okay, i don't really have anything to blog la, to be honest. keke. buhbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8629948887619866325?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8629948887619866325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8629948887619866325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8629948887619866325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8629948887619866325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/atashinchi-no-danshi.html' title='atashinchi no danshi.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3929114804859740851</id><published>2009-04-29T06:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:55:18.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.</title><content type='html'>firstly, thanks for everyone who helped me celebrate my 20th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and thanks for the present, though i can't say i like it. [ cos it's weird to like vouchers ] but it came at a good time. keke. &lt;br /&gt;can't think of what to use them for though, but i'm most likely getting a game with it or something. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i've been trying my luck at &lt;a href="http://www.uniqlosurprise.com"&gt;UniqloSurprise&lt;/a&gt; for a while and apparently it's not too bad. managed to get a 5% discount voucher and 2 10% discount vouchers. BUT SAD TO SAY, i can't use them together. :( damn. the 5% one is gonna expire at 13 may, but i guess it's not much of a loss. the 2 10% ones will expire at 27 &amp; 29 april, so i guess i might just drop down to the outlet at tampines 1 to have a look. hopefully no more queues by then. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enlisting on sept 11. &lt;br /&gt;what a nice date, and it's so damn long till the day. sian.&lt;br /&gt;so for ns, i'd need to get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone w/o camera.&lt;br /&gt;ugly looking digital watch [waterproof, etc etc.]&lt;br /&gt;swimming goggles? &lt;br /&gt;army specs.&lt;br /&gt;er.. what else. might have something else but can't recall offhand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. i'd like to rant about something, but it's too early in the day and i haven't slept, so i shall leave it for the next entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, byebye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3929114804859740851?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3929114804859740851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3929114804859740851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3929114804859740851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3929114804859740851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay.html' title='yay.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5269860172877595396</id><published>2009-04-16T07:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:08:40.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry me a superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kL19W9IxMcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kL19W9IxMcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's quite old already, but quite a nice remix.&lt;br /&gt;the vid's a little obscene, and the girl isn't even good looking. =x&lt;br /&gt;but the audio quality is the best one as compared to the other youtube vids. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5269860172877595396?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5269860172877595396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5269860172877595396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5269860172877595396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5269860172877595396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry-me-superman.html' title='cry me a superman'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5096268789051816278</id><published>2009-04-15T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:46:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orenji</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9aMc5Zud4HY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9aMc5Zud4HY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;I sigh all alone&lt;br /&gt;How’s everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not like me&lt;br /&gt;So stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;My true self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the broad earth, a single seed&lt;br /&gt;Extended its roots&lt;br /&gt;And bore fruit that was still unripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit wants to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;And turn orange-colored&lt;br /&gt;Basking in your light&lt;br /&gt;My ideals and dreams only expand&lt;br /&gt;Notice me, hey&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat&lt;br /&gt;An orange today, too&lt;br /&gt;But it was still sour and I cried&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s unlike me to leave any behind&lt;br /&gt;I ate it all&lt;br /&gt;I loved it; I felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;I loved it; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they’re similar, they’re different&lt;br /&gt;Mandarins and oranges&lt;br /&gt;Friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;And our 2 hearts, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;So I fled&lt;br /&gt;When I did that, not even light&lt;br /&gt;Would shine upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re miracles, right?&lt;br /&gt;Encounters and love&lt;br /&gt;Seeds and buds&lt;br /&gt;Even for the fruit that was still unripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color orange makes me recall&lt;br /&gt;The sunset glow that I saw&lt;br /&gt;On that day&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if our 2 shadows&lt;br /&gt;Held hands together&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if the oranges&lt;br /&gt;Would turn sweet someday&lt;br /&gt;Or would they wither?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to learn of my future&lt;br /&gt;So I ate it all&lt;br /&gt;It was sour…&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, but I felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, so I felt like crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit wants to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;And turn orange-colored&lt;br /&gt;Basking in your light&lt;br /&gt;My ideals and dreams only expand&lt;br /&gt;Notice me, hey&lt;br /&gt;I tried to eat&lt;br /&gt;An orange today, too&lt;br /&gt;But again, it was sour and I cried&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s unlike me to leave any behind&lt;br /&gt;I ate it all; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying; I loved it&lt;br /&gt;I loved it&lt;br /&gt;I loved it; so sour&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying; I loved it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5096268789051816278?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5096268789051816278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5096268789051816278' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;也不会感到尴尬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第八句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有一百分的另一半 &lt;br /&gt;只有五十分的两个人 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第九句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你的难过而快乐的 是敌人&lt;br /&gt;为你的快乐而快乐的 是朋友&lt;br /&gt;为你的难过而难过的 &lt;br /&gt;就是那些 该放进心里的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第十句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冷漠 有时候并不是无情&lt;br /&gt;只是一种避免被伤害的工具&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. meaningful, but talk is cheap. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4247132257532043303?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4247132257532043303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4247132257532043303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos of facebook or what, that i suddenly revived contact with my sec school friends, cos i don't really initiate conversations on msn or phone or whatever unless there's something urgent that i need to find them for. not that i don't wanna talk to friends or what la, just that if i do, it'd probably go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hi.&lt;br /&gt;xx: hey.&lt;br /&gt;me: [ nothing to say anymore. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. so yeah, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the point is i've suddenly been chatting with this guy and once in a while, with another girl as well in a mass convo. then i realise that they are people who will choose to bitch and lament about unhappy things and doesn't try to find alternatives to solve their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one example:&lt;br /&gt;he's all agitated and complaining about his elder bro's gf not being automatic by sitting on the bed, blocking him access to his wardrobe to get his change of clothes when he just came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's complaining that he's only wrapped in a towel then the gf still sit in front of the wardrobe for what. want him to strip naked then she move ah.. &lt;br /&gt;then i went, small thing only la. why don't you just get your clothes first then go bathe, then at just dress up there and then. &lt;br /&gt;he goes, my family all guys apart from mum, we always do that.&lt;br /&gt;o.0 then i bwg.&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, if you don't wanna change to make things easier for yourself, i don't see the point of you being all pissed off and fucked up when someone else is being inconsiderate. &lt;br /&gt;and he complains about the girl leaving used pads on top of the toilet flushbox thingy, for 3 times, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;but, so..? &lt;br /&gt;just dispose of it la. &lt;br /&gt;might be something personal, and dirty or whatever, but it's really just blood, and not like it'd stink like some adult diaper filled with shit and pee. &lt;br /&gt;it's irritating, true, but just remind the girl will do lorh.&lt;br /&gt;what's the point typing in FULL CAPS going FUCKING BITCH, and all.. =/&lt;br /&gt;seriously. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and this happened just now.&lt;br /&gt;he's complaining about the guys keep discussing about uni letters, cos a few of them received acceptance to the unis they applied and they considering which one to accept. and he couldn't make it to uni, so he came to whine to me, saying that he's reading what they are saying, feeling fucked and screwed over. o.0&lt;br /&gt;apparently he asked them to stop and just play dota, and they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;-.- if you received letter to uni, you'll of course discuss about it with your friends la.&lt;br /&gt;game more important than studying arh?! &lt;br /&gt;wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite redundant for me to talk about in my blog, but then i see no point telling him that.&lt;br /&gt;who the hell will change just because i tell him/her to? &lt;br /&gt;so no point in me telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the girl..&lt;br /&gt;she's a little similar, but she's the type that will insist that she's right no matter what, and even when people prove her wrong, she doesn't become apologetic or what, and will just divert the topic. &lt;br /&gt;and, she will lie, to get what she wants. =/&lt;br /&gt;very mild incident, but it seriously turned me off.&lt;br /&gt;she was asking for people to go to sunshine plaza with her cos she wanted to print something, and she wanted company. so she asked me and this other guy.&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, i was in a mass convo with that guy and few other guys as well, without her knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;then she was telling me that the guy she was asking too, said that he would go if i went.&lt;br /&gt;so i copied and pasted in the mass convo, scolding the guy for pushing the responsibility to me.&lt;br /&gt;then he went, wtf, i didn't say that!&lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to paste the same thing in the convo, except that it was me saying that i'd go if he went. =/ &lt;br /&gt;scheming hur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, okay la.&lt;br /&gt;they are still okay people to hang around with. &lt;br /&gt;just that i'm slightly surprised that i didn't notice all these when i was classmates with during upper sec. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, mockingbird's referring to the book i'm reading now.&lt;br /&gt;bought it like 8-9 months ago, perhaps, during popular bookfair in expo during attachment time.&lt;br /&gt;to kill a mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;not bad, but a little dry la, the content. &lt;br /&gt;wanted to read it after i got it, but i got bored of the first few pages then i left it there to rot until now then i picked it up again.&lt;br /&gt;it's told from the view of a lawyer's daughter from the age of about 5 till 9 in the 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;the dad went to defend a black guy who's accused of raping a white girl when the dad's white.&lt;br /&gt;that period was still during the time where the blacks were biased against.&lt;br /&gt;and the black's obviously innocent.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, meaningful read.&lt;br /&gt;not to kill a mockingbird is to mean not to kill/harm the innocent, cos a mockingbird does no harm nor damage to a human/'s properties, unlike some other birds who destroy crops, other than to sit there and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. btw, who wants to get levi's within this month, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;i can get 20% off this month and i don't wanna waste it, but i don't wanna get levi's anytime soon either, so yeah. this month's ending in 20 odd days. so while stocks last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5648300897580275859?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5648300897580275859/comments/default' title='Post 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except that it's a physicist who works out the logic of the crime, and the police officer simply leeches from the physicist. LOL. just to put it bluntly, that is. keke. i liked the way how the movie drops subtle hints during the movie, that is if anyone would notice. such as something that was originally there simply disappeared, and when you go ?? about the disappearance, you'd be quickly distracted by other events happening. then when the puzzle unravels and everything fits nicely and you'd go OMG! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;departures [ okuribito ].&lt;br /&gt;worth a watch too. i saw news about this movie from tw variety show, but didn't know that it's already in SG. =/ luckily my friends jio-ed me to watch. it's about this guy who lost his role in orchestra, and decided to go back to his old home and start all over anew. and he somehow landed up in a well-paying job, but as someone who sends off the dead. by changing the corpse' attire and putting on makeup for them, etc. the story wise.. hm, quite predictable, but decent la, i guess. got its humor here and there, and omg, the lead actress damn chio. &lt;33 looks like stella ng, the singaporean ex-singer. LOL. k nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detroit metal city.&lt;br /&gt;i think okay okay only..&lt;br /&gt;cos the plot is a bit forced.&lt;br /&gt;i think they never really elaborate much on how Negishi is a genius in death metal, etc. like using his teeth to strum the guitar, the lyrics he come up with, etc. then again, i think the anime didn't really elaborate on that either, so.. BUT THEN HOR, this is a movie ma, so they should at least add in a bit more. and the manager, no character one ley. just some violent bitch who goes around wasting her cigarettes, and scolding fuck, and getting wet all over the place. x= but then okay la, got quite a few parts quite hilarious. can watch la, but student price plox. not worth watching on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting a road bike soon. keke.&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to work out, but jogging seems a little too mundane, so i think i'll get a bike and go night cycling. at least can enjoy the breeze or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and!&lt;br /&gt;omg, the new ipod shuffle!! kyaaa~~ &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;been considering ipod shuffle or nano cos i wanted to use while exercising..&lt;br /&gt;i CAN use my current ipod, but then that ipod is using harddisk de.&lt;br /&gt;so unless you tell me there are people running around carrying their laptops while the laptops are on, or i'd rather spend the extra money to get a flash drive mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;but now the new shuffle is out, i think i'll just get the shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;keke. but just a matter of when, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;see how, see how.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 60% tempted to just order it from apple store now. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, lastly.&lt;br /&gt;one fucking irritating thing that keeps happening when i take my education into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;my parents know next to nothing about what i'm studying, and what i intend to do for uni, for a career. i intend to carry on with network engineering, btw. and so, i told my mum that i'm taking 网络工程. so as 三姑六婆 goes, my aunts all know about it. and THEM, being fucking frogs in the damn well, said 网络谁不会, blah blah blah.. knn. sure cannot find job la, buay tan jiak. i could've sworn that i would just give her a slap if she'd have said that in front of me. so what if you're my aunt. don't just shoot your cb mouth off when you don't even know what you're talking about. then my mum told them about my intentions to go aussie to study, and they'd go, why go, later learn all the bad stuffs how?~ what dangerous la, all the rubbish. worried about me? nah, no shit. near 20 years in SG i'm not even close to what people call 'bad', and they think i'll immediately turn bad in just 1.5 yr in aussie? and the ego, omg. they will go, oh, my son study this, study that. my son results how good how good. knn, you think i first day know your son ah. your fucking son was in the same school and class as me for 4 years in secondary school. you really think he's a fucking angel? lawl. but then, talk is cheap, so sua. give me five years and i'll prove them wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote, from zeni geba. &lt;br /&gt;"it's all about money in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz. that's precisely the reason that i don't like to have too much contact with the majority of my aunts. only one, or maybe two are alright. at least one seem to be genuinely concerned, while the other one quite bo chap, so she's in a neutral position. LOL! the rest.. phui! 狗眼看人底.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. full of angst. &lt;br /&gt;okay, buhbyes people. off to bed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-569760211934989406?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/569760211934989406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=569760211934989406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/569760211934989406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/569760211934989406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/nihon.html' title='nihon!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-6882799602115923957</id><published>2009-03-08T06:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:32:47.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6882799602115923957?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6882799602115923957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6882799602115923957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6882799602115923957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6882799602115923957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-bored.html' title='just bored..'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2013286133366725848</id><published>2009-03-04T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:59:40.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>銭ゲバ</title><content type='html'>i'm so lazy that i can't stand it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i can do, and here i am, lying on my bed typing this entry. &lt;br /&gt;but i feel so tired sia. prolly due to me sleeping too long.&lt;br /&gt;switched on my ps3 to play fallout3, but barely half an hour into it, i switched it off.&lt;br /&gt;no mood, no energy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been downloading shows to watch too, but i don't feel like watching them now.&lt;br /&gt;i still got quite a few episodes left to finish 亿万面包, even though i finished downloading them for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard quite a few recommendations about this jap drama, zeni geba. &lt;br /&gt;downloaded up to ep7 already.&lt;br /&gt;but only watched the first 2 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;not really a drama to watch in one shot. =x&lt;br /&gt;cos usually the lead actor will be the good person, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;but this drama, the main character futaro grown up with his mindset screwed as he had a drunkard dad who walked out on his family, only to come back to ask for money every now and then. and he caused a wound on futaro's face, resulting in a permanent scar. his mum, suffering from some illness, lied to futaro that she's been visiting the doctor and getting medication so that futaro could eat. his mum died, in the end. the setting is quite typical, but it resulted in futaro being obsessed with money, thinking that everything wouldn't have happened if he had money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that character is acted by the guy who acted as L in the Death Note movies, btw. oh, and the reason why i cannot watch all the episodes in one shot is because the atmosphere is very dark and depressing. you will see him killing people, tricking them, etc to achieve what he wants, and yet you can empathise with him at the same time. it's a character that you'd want to hate, but cannot, cos you know his reasons for doing what he's doing.. =// but it's damn nice la, i think. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can watch the episodes at &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/zeni-geba/"&gt;mysoju.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the first episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=9140570094270524974&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i go watch the third episode now. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2013286133366725848?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2013286133366725848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2013286133366725848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2013286133366725848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2013286133366725848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='銭ゲバ'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7727246616029425702</id><published>2009-02-27T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:51:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye NP, hi NS.</title><content type='html'>hm. actually i had the intention to blog a long one, but suddenly no mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished up the one and only paper on wed.&lt;br /&gt;was a little panicky, cos despite copying out the notes, i still cannot remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;ended up staying up revising until 4-5am to sleep 4 hours, then wake up to go school to study again during the few hours before the paper.&lt;br /&gt;and retarded-ly enough, i got in more information during that few hours as compared to the previous night. -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did what i could. the long questions should be okay. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been messing around with the facebook notes and sec school photos with addie [ my sec school friend ]. she started some 100 things about nan hua and i actually caught on to it. LOL. but it's damn fun la, remembering, or kena forced to remember all the funny shits that happened like 4-7 years ago. the funny teachers, and the jokers in the class, etc. i just surprised myself, to think that it's already been that long. 4-7 years wor. LOL. okay, nvm. just being reminiscent of the past. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of facebook, i saw a note by this girl i know. &lt;br /&gt;with questions like, when was the last time you hugged someone, who was the last person you hugged, what is the most important part of your life right now, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and her answers were all the same guy's name. =/&lt;br /&gt;it's normal, but then apparently she broken up with that same guy twice, so she's currently single. -.-&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm jealous or intending to woo her or whatever nonsense, but i worry for her. =/&lt;br /&gt;imo, it's seriously dangerous to have one's life centre around some other guy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i just get scared when i imagine that guy telling my friend that he hates her or what. [ not that it'd really happen la. just imagining. ] &lt;br /&gt;maybe people will call that being loyal, but that's not my idea of being loyal to someone.&lt;br /&gt;arhh well. i wouldn't be mentioning about it in my blog if talking to the person herself would help. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, let's rejoice, it's been effectively a year after mas selamat escaped.&lt;br /&gt;wonder where's that two retards who gave up their jobs to look for him now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7727246616029425702?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7727246616029425702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7727246616029425702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7727246616029425702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7727246616029425702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-np-hi-ns.html' title='bye NP, hi NS.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3983633060930611493</id><published>2009-02-23T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:29:49.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still alive.</title><content type='html'>nothing specific to blog about, but just to let you know that i'm still alive and kicking. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had msn lab test which i amazingly failed on tues.&lt;br /&gt;had the stupid impression that i didn't need to configure MSTP on the ALS switches to have MSTP running.&lt;br /&gt;so even when i completed about 60-70%, it was still considered as failing. =/&lt;br /&gt;but luckily i failed, cos even if i passed on my first try, also 60-70.&lt;br /&gt;then the retest supposedly didn't cap at 50, and i got 95. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;dhcp snooping binding didn't work, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that said and done, the only thing left to deal with is WLT theory paper.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be too difficult to deal with, but a little no mood to study seh.&lt;br /&gt;going school tml to copy out my notes since i can't get things done at home.&lt;br /&gt;need to stock up on stationery too, but quite retarded since it's only for the last paper. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been messing around with photoshop quite a bit, so i shall show my work here.&lt;br /&gt;to show off. =xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figured that i needed a new signature to use for the forums, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the following two pics from hirano aya's site.&lt;br /&gt;i always use her photos as display pics, etc etc cos she's nice to look at, and i'm just lazy to change to other stuffs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW9V3H7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z_SXSHvUKQc/s1600-h/diary7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW9V3H7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z_SXSHvUKQc/s320/diary7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704749372743602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW4HY2JI/AAAAAAAAACw/tjnx-tanMV4/s1600-h/top090213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW4HY2JI/AAAAAAAAACw/tjnx-tanMV4/s320/top090213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704747969861778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i erased the hiranoaya.com using Healing Brush tool.&lt;br /&gt;then i used the Magic Wand tool to select the silhouette of hirano in the diary picture.&lt;br /&gt;after selecting, i cut it out and pasted it into the hiranoaya.com picture, and added whatever text that i wanted, merge all the layers together to get the below picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW6kkfbI/AAAAAAAAACo/dnO6Ecx-9qI/s1600-h/top090213ori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW6kkfbI/AAAAAAAAACo/dnO6Ecx-9qI/s320/top090213ori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704748629130674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a little plain, so i created a layer by cutting out everything, leaving the background as blank.&lt;br /&gt;added a Hue/Saturation layer of Saturation 20.&lt;br /&gt;added a Contrast layer of 20 as well.&lt;br /&gt;then added a layer of Curves, tweaked the lines.&lt;br /&gt;and then added a Lens Correction filter, -100 to Vignette, changed the opacity to 70%.&lt;br /&gt;added another layer of Hue/Saturation to make it a little sepia, changed the opacity to 50%.&lt;br /&gt;and finished up with a final layer of solid hot pink/magenta to have a little subtle pink, opacity 5%.&lt;br /&gt;last of all, i added a border around the picture cos it simply looks weird without one.&lt;br /&gt;and tadahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmWq6jm9I/AAAAAAAAACg/C9vv7YEJIQw/s1600-h/top090213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmWq6jm9I/AAAAAAAAACg/C9vv7YEJIQw/s320/top090213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704744426380242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i'm too lazy to do a proper step-by-step tutorial on how to get that effect, since i'd have to screenshot every step.&lt;br /&gt;but google helps a lot la.&lt;br /&gt;learnt all that from a little search in google. keke.&lt;br /&gt;okay, go sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;buhbyes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3983633060930611493?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3983633060930611493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3983633060930611493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3983633060930611493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3983633060930611493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-alive.html' title='still alive.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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/_JKk2VvXTu14/SaGmW9V3H7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z_SXSHvUKQc/s72-c/diary7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-6761962481674375991</id><published>2009-02-13T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:26:48.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wii wii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d3786296d75885d" 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://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d3786296d75885d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7277559C839E5964EEFD5D02A37C9DC34BC4D729.1B4949724FB61CFB133695C565D8E95D983F3270%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d3786296d75885d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DulGLH-VWPY781rroLtatBHgwfe8&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://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d3786296d75885d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251041%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7277559C839E5964EEFD5D02A37C9DC34BC4D729.1B4949724FB61CFB133695C565D8E95D983F3270%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d3786296d75885d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DulGLH-VWPY781rroLtatBHgwfe8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had sj, yw, ly, zw and will come over to my place on wed.&lt;br /&gt;was a little worried that they wouldn't enjoy themselves, but i guess they did.&lt;br /&gt;luckily zw was able to make it, cos he contributed two extra controllers + the multiplayer games. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;or else.. =//&lt;br /&gt;and i really need to get my aircon fixed. =xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what's up next..&lt;br /&gt;msn lab test on tues, 12pm-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;msn final written test on wed, 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;wlt test on 25 feb?&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of poly life. hoho. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's feb 14 soon.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. and i think the guys wanna go out for.. 'international friendship day', as nor called it.&lt;br /&gt;yucks. i rather stay at home rather than to find myself hanging out with a bunch of guys on vday.&lt;br /&gt;so .. ke lian. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall stay at home. =(&lt;br /&gt;lols. pointless thinking about r/s matters now anyway, since i'm enlisting into army soon.&lt;br /&gt;best to remain status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of ns..&lt;br /&gt;i need to go for a checkup on feb 19 at alexandra hospital..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully nothing wrong, cos i don't wanna end up being a clerk or something.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be damn boring, imo.&lt;br /&gt;pes b ftw.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, heard the news that they are extending the physical training phase to 8 weeks from 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;and good job, since i didn't even bother to take napfa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;meaning i'll kena la.&lt;br /&gt;but then it will only be implemented on the batches from dec'09 onwards, so i don't think i'll tio 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;not that i really mind, since i rather follow instructions and exercise like mad brainlessly.&lt;br /&gt;would be fun once i get the hang of it, i guess. keke.&lt;br /&gt;but if i kena the dec intake i'll be damn sad cos got a super big gap from feb-march till dec la.&lt;br /&gt;early enlistment plox.&lt;br /&gt;kindly don't waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, most prolly i'll go aussie for studies, since direct entry will only take 1.5yrs.&lt;br /&gt;it's the main benefit that i'm looking for, since i don't wanna waste anymore time than the 2 years ns already took up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn driving!!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can get my license from after feb 25 till the time i ORD from army 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;cos i would prolly have the need to drive when i'm in aussie.&lt;br /&gt;and even if somehow or rather i don't get to study there, i'll still need the license anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dang, i've been wanting to get a bicycle for so long, and it's until now that i've been looking up about bikes.&lt;br /&gt;so damn ex la.&lt;br /&gt;they can go up to 8k USD, etc etc de. =/&lt;br /&gt;scary..&lt;br /&gt;but i think the most i will go is up to 1.5k or 2k SGD.&lt;br /&gt;whether i'll make use of it a lot is another matter though. =xx&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dslr camera. =x&lt;br /&gt;but i shall postpone that purchase indefinitely since i don't really have a need for the camera yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so many things to get, so little money i have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6761962481674375991?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d3786296d75885d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6761962481674375991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6761962481674375991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6761962481674375991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6761962481674375991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/wii-wii.html' title='wii wii.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3792454216531161344</id><published>2009-02-05T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:44:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blooray.</title><content type='html'>yay. haven't had the mood to blog these days, but now i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered quite a lot of things online for cny.&lt;br /&gt;the first batch of items came today, which was a lot earlier than estimated since the estimated date was late feb to march. =/&lt;br /&gt;amazon is reliable indeed.&lt;br /&gt;first time getting stuffs from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0598.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadadada.&lt;br /&gt;haven't caught these movies when they showed on the screens, but i guess they are good enough to buy and keep.&lt;br /&gt;zodiac is an adaptation of a true story about this serial killer that remains uncaught until now. should be nice la, i hope. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, after 3 years, i think f6 is really made up of people with .. weird personalities, myself included of course.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say how i'm weird, but then it's unfair for me not to include myself when i'm saying the other five are. =x so.. &lt;br /&gt;ronghuang has this habit of listening to his mp3 whenever he can, with both ears plugged tight, which is kind of irritating.&lt;br /&gt;fucking troublesome to even talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't even care about the fact that people would want to ask him or even talk to him. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then what happened just now was that norvin went to canteen 2 to help zhiwei print his final report for iap, so we, kinleong, ronghuang and myself, tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;then we were discussing about where to eat and ronghuang has his bloody earphones plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;then norvin got him to remove the earphones and ask if he wanna go eat kfc, then ronghuang said no, and plugged the earphones back in..&lt;br /&gt;then norvin got irritated, waved and said byebye, not expecting him to take it for real.&lt;br /&gt;ronghuang then left. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;attitude problem. &lt;br /&gt;well, the rest i shan't cover since that's not the point. &lt;br /&gt;but yeah, that's why sometimes i'd rather not go out with them if i've to choose.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they are alright, but when things happen.. LOL. headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off! have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3792454216531161344?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3792454216531161344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3792454216531161344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3792454216531161344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3792454216531161344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/blooray.html' title='blooray.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/th_IMG_0598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-5572236580164104850</id><published>2009-01-27T05:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:45:31.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation.</title><content type='html'>realised that i haven't been blogging. =x&lt;br /&gt;too much things going on, though i can't really remember exactly what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cny people, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;oh. norvin almost fell out with ronghuang, and things went back to normal the next day.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty hilarious to me, while watching by the side. guys being guys. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been performing surprisingly good for the two IS modules for this sem.&lt;br /&gt;best part is that i don't feel as if i'm trying hard either. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;arhh well. maybe cos at least the teammates can do work.&lt;br /&gt;for both modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got full marks for WLT lab test too..&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people did, which wasn't surprising, given the fact that everyone seems to be helping everyone. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having eye infection, so i ended up having to visit the doctor. =/&lt;br /&gt;was only my right eye initially then it spread to the left eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaah. ended up with two eye drops, one pack of flu pills and one pack of i don't know what. =/&lt;br /&gt;okay la, my eyes are not as red now, but i need to steer clear of contacts for at least a week more or so.&lt;br /&gt;then i don't have a proper pair of spectacles to wear out right now, so it's a pain in the ass for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna wear my old specs out. =xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. oh, i'm getting hungry easily these days.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe my stomach's in the cny goodies mood.&lt;br /&gt;but don't think i'll get a good angbao harvest this year, cos i never go along with my family to visit. =x&lt;br /&gt;okay la, i haven't been doing that for the past few years either, so.. =xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5572236580164104850?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5572236580164104850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5572236580164104850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5572236580164104850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5572236580164104850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/realisation.html' title='realisation.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/th_IMG_0595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-6376502772895956653</id><published>2009-01-14T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:47:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawrrh.</title><content type='html'>long time no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent's birthday chalet was fun.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of good that we didn't have any bbq.&lt;br /&gt;less hectic, and have more time to relax and chill. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit sian though, school. :(&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep!&lt;br /&gt;virtually solo-ed the powerpoint slides for wisp yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i did a lousy job out of it.&lt;br /&gt;but to hell with it ba. =x&lt;br /&gt;come on man, how to squeeze in all that information about paris riots within 20 over slides? -.-&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up summarising lots of shit, which ironically made things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue later. poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-continued-&lt;br /&gt;today has been a surprisingly good day.&lt;br /&gt;the slides that i chionged which till now i still think are not up to my satisfaction, actually achieved an A-. keke.&lt;br /&gt;retarded. spent the day yesterday over at nor's..&lt;br /&gt;settled half the slides, then came back home, then slacked from 10+ till 12+ and i finished up by 2..&lt;br /&gt;don't have enough sleep sia.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully we managed to present first as i wanted to, cos i think i'll just mumble if i waited any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's good about today..&lt;br /&gt;especially windy, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;getting an A- for a work which i wasn't actually that satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;chatting with people that i kind of got along, but lost touch with lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of them seh.. i mean, if one still normal.&lt;br /&gt;but three of them seh..&lt;br /&gt;one is past midnight, one is during the afternoon and the final one is right now.&lt;br /&gt;all through online means la, but i prolly won't lose touch with them if i can meet them readily on the streets or in school right. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. jialiang was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;cos he misread my msn personal msg: kennyistreadingondangerousgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said on msn to me, stop reading la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took me a while to understand why he said that, and we were already on a different topic, so i didn't tell him that he read wrongly. =x&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i seriously think that i'm treading on dangerous grounds. =//&lt;br /&gt;but.. i don't feel like stepping away from the edge yet. keke.&lt;br /&gt;gonna be bad if i fall though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the attachment people are finishing up next week.&lt;br /&gt;us poor students will only finish up next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in a dilemma to choose between local [SIM] or aussie [Queensland University of Technology].&lt;br /&gt;how how how how how?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6376502772895956653?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6376502772895956653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6376502772895956653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6376502772895956653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6376502772895956653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/rawrrh.html' title='rawrrh.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3891661615266014252</id><published>2009-01-05T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:36:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果爱 singalongsong</title><content type='html'>lazy to blog.. both songs are from 方大同.&lt;br /&gt;his songs are quite nice. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-004187270602778326 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUPbZG4lQ78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUPbZG4lQ78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUPbZG4lQ78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果爱没有那麽烦　我不会食不下晚饭&lt;br /&gt;也不会多麽的堕落　如果你说你爱我&lt;br /&gt;如果爱可以更简单　我也不会有这麽乱&lt;br /&gt;整个世界在转　你或许可以说你爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地图有东南西北　爱情却不是绝对&lt;br /&gt;跑很远　累不累　1+1不是2　虾米!无解的逻辑&lt;br /&gt;我不问完美是什麽　怀疑是什麽&lt;br /&gt;明天你是什麽　不後悔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果爱没有那麽烦　我不会食不下晚饭&lt;br /&gt;也不会多麽的堕落　如果你说你爱我&lt;br /&gt;如果爱可以更简单　我也不会有这麽乱&lt;br /&gt;整个世界在转　你或许可以说你爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑夜有了你更美　让人自愿变傀儡&lt;br /&gt;月憔悴　看不见　我要爬上一座天梯　摘星星给你&lt;br /&gt;我不管完美是什麽　唯一是什麽&lt;br /&gt;明天我是什麽　无所谓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果爱没有那麽烦　我不会食不下晚饭&lt;br /&gt;也不会多麽的堕落　如果你说你爱我&lt;br /&gt;如果爱可以更简单　我也不会有这麽乱&lt;br /&gt;整个世界在转　你或许可以说你爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果爱没有那麽烦　我不会食不下晚饭&lt;br /&gt;也不会多麽的堕落　如果你说你爱我&lt;br /&gt;如果爱可以更简单　我也不会有这麽乱&lt;br /&gt;整个世界在转　你或许可以说你爱我吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKASWjGMeRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKASWjGMeRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song it's not too long&lt;br /&gt;cos' I've been thinking 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song maybe I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;To be caught up about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont know what you think 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you could just lie to me&lt;br /&gt;And we could be in love you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think about you that I hear songs&lt;br /&gt;And you can singalong maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song it's not too long&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm the one who loves you&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song this can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just want to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;but maybe you want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;and how I wish that you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think about you that I hear songs&lt;br /&gt;And you can singalong maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyway you mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;girl I'll do my best to show these words are true&lt;br /&gt;and if you'd like to make a song&lt;br /&gt;and be a perfect harmony with me&lt;br /&gt;I'd find the greatest words to sing&lt;br /&gt;so we could write our own romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think about you that I hear songs&lt;br /&gt;And you can singalong maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a singalong song that's not too long&lt;br /&gt;It's when I think about you that I hear songs&lt;br /&gt;And you can singalong maybe if you want to&lt;br /&gt;Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' baby I wrote this I wrote this for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-7559349209271589350</id><published>2009-01-01T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:43:39.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEsecondentryoftheyear.</title><content type='html'>well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, don't read this entry if you haven't read the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;weet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a little early to think about career five years ago, but guess you can never be too early with such stuffs huh.&lt;br /&gt;dear ass, i'm sure you have never thought about being a network engineer or even know anything about networking when you're 14. but hey, rejoice in the fact that you are still failing maths and getting outstanding results a.k.a red among black digits as you have never been interested in business, sciences, etc and five years down the road, you will still not be interested. so thumbs up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to education, contradictingly, it will help if you, dear ass will just put in more effort in your maths.&lt;br /&gt;hell, i know ms chua [maths teacher] sucks the energy out of everyone, but if there are people managing to keep awake [amazingly there really are, about 20%] among the 30+ students, you can do it. cos if you can score in maths/amaths or at least be decent in it, you'll have an easier time in engineering maths. 3 modules of them somemore. and hell, get interested in programming and read up on networking!!! sure, it might not be among the favorites of people's ideal jobs, but heck, you can earn money if you are good. you can still earn even if you're not. just be a lecturer. =x but yeah, you will definitely be better off if you can put in more effort in your studies. aim for a &gt;3.5 gpa in poly!! and heck, i'm like a 2.8 gpa now which is a far cry from the target. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save money plox. 10, 20 bucks per week will make me a richer boy now.&lt;br /&gt;and god damn, resist from browsing through online catalogues when you surf forums.&lt;br /&gt;and don't owe yourself money!! [which i sadly am, near 1k or perhaps already exceeded.]&lt;br /&gt;but ah well, at least you don't owe other people money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad habits to get rid of:&lt;br /&gt;not bathing immediately when reaching home from outside.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping &gt;12hours whenever you get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;achieving a state of nocturnal-ism.&lt;br /&gt;not bothering to tidy up your room.&lt;br /&gt;not being determined enough to carry through with whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink more bloody water.&lt;br /&gt;eat more bloody veggies.&lt;br /&gt;pure lemon juice works so damn well if you are having a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;take your own initative to exercise when you enter poly, cos your clique doesn't play basketball!!&lt;br /&gt;and two of them, lately three, goes to the gym which you dislike cos you prefer outdoor sports.&lt;br /&gt;and stop skipping your meals you thin piece of stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opportunities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember any opportunities that i passed out on that i really regret, but all i can say is not to hesitate when you see something that you really want.&lt;br /&gt;you'll finally learn the japanese language that you are so interested in, but fuck you upside down if you just stop after finishing the basic level cos you don't get the JLPT [japanese language proficiency test] certs which is damn helpful in your future career!&lt;br /&gt;and also, kickboxing! persevere you shithead!!!&lt;br /&gt;be self-motivated whenever the chance arises and stop slacking off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have just ended one not long ago, which essentially can't even be considered one, but hey~ =/&lt;br /&gt;just learn to think before you act, and ask yourself over and over again whether you really like that girl that you think you like.&lt;br /&gt;and can you see yourself being the girl's boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;if you can't even imagine yourself standing beside her, holding her hands, then hey, don't even get started.&lt;br /&gt;and please do try to keep in contact with your friends, cos the you five years down the road will barely meet your secondary school buddies, not even once a month, not even once every two months, not even once in six months unless you consider bumping into each other on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;and there is no harm in going back to visit the teachers after graduation cos you know that you are going to like the school days a lot during the sec four year.&lt;br /&gt;socialise more, speak up more, be more confident of yourself, be more streetsmart, and you'll never know what lies at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;don't be content cos most of the people know you right now, it's because you're tall.&lt;br /&gt;make it such that they know you because they want to, because you're interesting and fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, if you treasure your friends, show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~end~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. pretty silly when i read through it again, but yeah, i think i've always been foolish about certain matters..&lt;br /&gt;worse is that i know where my problems lie but i just keep procastinating...&lt;br /&gt;=/ ahhhhhhhhh.... well. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, here's to a happy 2009! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7559349209271589350?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7559349209271589350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7559349209271589350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7559349209271589350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7559349209271589350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/thesecondentryoftheyear.html' title='THEsecondentryoftheyear.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8523761982724421196</id><published>2009-01-01T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:04:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>firstentryof2009</title><content type='html'>heyheyhey.&lt;br /&gt;here's my first blog entry of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;and once again, i didn't manage to spend time with the people i'd prefer to be with during the transition from the old year to the new one, likewise for xmas eve to xmas, or even xmas night. :(&lt;br /&gt;not that it wasn't fun, but well, could have been better, perhaps. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing worth mentioning about other than me attempting to see daylight cos i wanted to know about the plans for today.. or rather yesterday. then after everything's all said and done, i tried to get a few more hours of sleep but ended up dreaming a very random dream and wake up only to find myself in a state of paralysis. =/ sleep paralysis, or rather bei gui ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remember it happening to me once before, and that was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i was inclined to believe that it's really sleep paralysis cos i'm tired or what..&lt;br /&gt;but this time, even though i'm also tired, but something made me think that it's really bei gui ya. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lying on my left side when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were wide open, i could move my head, but just not the rest of my body or limbs..&lt;br /&gt;then i knew that i was having sleep paralysis, so i tried to make my limbs move, but failed, of course.&lt;br /&gt;after that i sank into my bed a lot. that was what made me think that it's not as simple as sleep paralysis..&lt;br /&gt;cos let's say when i usually lie on my bed.. the current 62kg of me lying on my bed will cause the bed to sink maybe 2-3cm the most.&lt;br /&gt;but i can say that during the process, the bed sank another 2-3cm.&lt;br /&gt;maybe more, maybe less, but i definitely felt the bed sink as if another person has climbed onto the bed. =/&lt;br /&gt;imagination, probably.&lt;br /&gt;and the centre of gravity of the unknown extra weight was actually right behind me, while i was still lying on my left side.&lt;br /&gt;so there's a lot of space behind me.&lt;br /&gt;then after the whole thing when i finally broke free, i heard a man's voice..&lt;br /&gt;vaguely, but it was definitely a man's voice..&lt;br /&gt;but then it could have came from someone walking along the corridor so i never think too much about it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;after which, i tried to replicate the sinking of the bed, so i lied on the bed again, same position and tried to push down on the bed as much as i possibly could, but the bed didn't even move an inch.&lt;br /&gt;=/ so unless i managed to summon some godly strength/gain 100% weight when i was temporarily paralysed simultaneously, or there was really some force pushing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friendly new year eve greeting from the resident ghost perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wanna try this thing if anyone of you [if there are still people who read my blog] would bother to click on the link.. &lt;a href="http://www.dumblittleman.com/2008/11/have-no-regrets-in-five-years-advice.html"&gt;right here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you want to say to your past self, the [insert your own name] from the past five years.. or even recent..&lt;br /&gt;i'll do that in the next entry to make it less lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;so look out for my second entry of 2009. keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8523761982724421196?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8523761982724421196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8523761982724421196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8523761982724421196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8523761982724421196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/firstentryof2009.html' title='firstentryof2009'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4873652353691570482</id><published>2008-12-30T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:42:12.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第二顺位</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRrQa42bLj8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRrQa42bLj8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;一直是我 陪你去躲 回忆里的雨&lt;br /&gt;你无心的叹息 有心碎的声音&lt;br /&gt;他的好 他的坏 他的不安定&lt;br /&gt;他的故事 是我和你 爱情里的乌云&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从我爱上 爱他的你 那个瞬间起&lt;br /&gt;一直是雨天 你只爱雨天 我用伞保护你&lt;br /&gt;亲吻着 你苦涩 味道的微笑&lt;br /&gt;闭着眼睛 我明白你 想念他的秘密&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直在 第二顺位 爱着你&lt;br /&gt;一直从雨天 一直到阴天&lt;br /&gt;一直到晴天 你逃离过去&lt;br /&gt;我一直在 第二顺位 等着你&lt;br /&gt;一直从昨天 一直到今天&lt;br /&gt;一直到永远 我相信 是我最爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聆听你说 抱歉多过 你说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;你困在雨里 我困在雨里 我的伞湿淋淋&lt;br /&gt;『没关系』是我最常说的一句&lt;br /&gt;就让我等 就算我冷 至少我陪着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直在 第二顺位 爱着你&lt;br /&gt;一直从雨天 一直到阴天&lt;br /&gt;一直到晴天 你逃离过去&lt;br /&gt;我一直在 第二顺位 等着你&lt;br /&gt;一直从昨天 一直到今天&lt;br /&gt;一直到永远 我相信是我最爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直在 第二顺位 爱着你&lt;br /&gt;一直从雨天 一直到阴天&lt;br /&gt;一直到晴天 你逃离过去&lt;br /&gt;我一直在 第二顺位 等着你&lt;br /&gt;一直从昨天 一直到今天&lt;br /&gt;一直到永远 我相信是我最爱你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4873652353691570482?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4873652353691570482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4873652353691570482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4873652353691570482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4873652353691570482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_30.html' title='第二顺位'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8040669380068136931</id><published>2008-12-26T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:14:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backagain.</title><content type='html'>think i only managed to get 3-4 hour's worth of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;my mum complaining, cos my sis didn't go to work today cos my mum didn't wake her up cos mum thought she didn't have to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the usual happenings in my place. and somehow my parents are just unable to keep down their volume.&lt;br /&gt;it's.. bloody inconsiderate, but damage's been done, what can i do.&lt;br /&gt;then they love to come into my room while i'm asleep, looking for stuffs in my wardrobe [dad keeps his clothes there too], get what they want, exit my room, and leave the door open.&lt;br /&gt;then they will make conversation at a loud volume.&lt;br /&gt;or just shout and hope that the other person will manage to catch what he/she is saying, eg. from kitchen to mum's workroom.&lt;br /&gt;and good job, i'll be the one suffering. =/&lt;br /&gt;countless of times i'll wake up, close the door and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;there are times where i'll fall back to sleep, and that's okay.. no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;but there are times like now where you can't get back to sleep no matter what, and wake up in a bad mood. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i had a weird dream just now, some sort of continuation from a dream i had over the the past week.. i think.&lt;br /&gt;funny. i heard of people waking up suddenly in the middle of their dream, goes back to sleep and continues the dream, but i actually managed to continue the dream with a few days' gap in between. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really remember the first dream, other than me and ronghuang was involved.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly we were going overseas or maybe just malaysia, where we have to use our passports.&lt;br /&gt;then somehow or rather we keep mixing up our passports where i'll just get his and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;so at the last possible minute before we leave each other for our own homes after the trip, i made sure that the passport with me is mine, etc.. so yeah, that's what i did, and the dream sort of ended there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it's a continuation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a trip to malaysia on a bus along with a group.&lt;br /&gt;what group is that i don't know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;apparently it's some group that will visit malaysia every friday [coincidentally it's friday today].&lt;br /&gt;and a fully paid trip somemore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;oo, and i remember the bus we were taking is sbs 146.&lt;br /&gt;then we split into groups to get onto the bus cos too many people le, i think.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting at the backseats alone then the leader of the group called me and asked me for the list of participants, which is with some girl called Selina [not the SHE one, but i suppose the name did actually come from there.]&lt;br /&gt;only remember that the girl's wearing specs. can't remember looks already.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i didn't know who's who, so i just shouted across the whole bus for Selina then i spotted the girl holding the papers so i got them from her..&lt;br /&gt;then i was filling in the leader with the information he wanted and i noticed Jialiang waving at me outside the bus..&lt;br /&gt;then somehow or rather i can manage to hear what he's saying OUTSIDE the bus when i'm INSIDE the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in chinese:&lt;br /&gt;jl: wah lao, i call you so many times you never respond.&lt;br /&gt;jl: i got up the bus le then i end up coming back out cos i not sure it's you or not..&lt;br /&gt;me: paiseh paiseh i didn't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then attempted to get back up the bus but then the bus drove off..&lt;br /&gt;then me and the group alighted for a brief stopover where we ate something light, etc..&lt;br /&gt;then saw this pair of indian and chinese males..&lt;br /&gt;they look familiar somehow and i know from somewhere that they are people who will rip tourists off, etc.&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't know how come i will know. =/.&lt;br /&gt;prolly background information of my dream. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the indian was carrying .. something.&lt;br /&gt;some slingbag or something fragile that he carries like a slingbag la.&lt;br /&gt;he ask this guy sitting beside me to help him carry.&lt;br /&gt;then i told that guy to reject cos that indian is sure up to something.&lt;br /&gt;but end up that guy cannot reject, just help him carry.&lt;br /&gt;then i told him, 'good luck'. and got up the bus..&lt;br /&gt;then on the bus, i took out my passport to check and found that it's ronghuang's.&lt;br /&gt;then i sian jipua cos i cannot get through customs.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually recalled in the dream of the previous dream i had..&lt;br /&gt;then i was scolding myself, wtf how come still end up with his passport after all i've done to make sure everything's correct?!, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up due to my mum's voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny dream. =//&lt;br /&gt;and this is the first dream that i cannot even try interpreting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;keep mixing up passports = me wanting to be ronghuang?! LOL. cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;don't know la. just weird.&lt;br /&gt;would be nice if i could carry on with the dream though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entry's abit long, but there's also another entry i made before i slept, so have a read too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8040669380068136931?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8040669380068136931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8040669380068136931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8040669380068136931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8040669380068136931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/backagain.html' title='backagain.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8007313894409164170</id><published>2008-12-26T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:15:31.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merryhohoho.</title><content type='html'>xmas'o8 has come and gone in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaahh.. hm, pretty okay, i guess. this xmas.&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't get to spend the time out with people i'd prefer to spend with, but guess it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a glass from the present exchange from the little party we had just now at a forum friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;not bad. i mean, at least it's practical. =x&lt;br /&gt;but i overspent le. =/&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness it's nearing next month.&lt;br /&gt;let's see..&lt;br /&gt;6 bucks for bbq chicken for potluck dinner.&lt;br /&gt;20.80 for cab fare from bp plaza to amk hub.&lt;br /&gt;22.40 for xmas present.&lt;br /&gt;21.20 for midnight cab fare from friend's place at amk to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarcasm]what an amazing discrepancy from daytime charge and midnight charge from the same general locations.[/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estimated that i'll only spend about 50 odd but.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k nehmind. will be celebrating rh's birthday tml.. or later in the afternoon, so tadadadada.&lt;br /&gt;moar money will fly. =//&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. i intend to get something from body shop since they are having sales..&lt;br /&gt;so once again, money will fly. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/en/products_promotions.aspx"&gt;http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/en/products_promotions.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^ will last quite long, but for selected items during selected periods..&lt;br /&gt;but then i think i'm quite wols in knowing already, so nvm..&lt;br /&gt;just take it as if i'm making my entry longer than it would be. =/&lt;br /&gt;and while i'm doing so, might as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicphonefuneral1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicphonefuneral1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/cry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 715px; height: 485px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/cry.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/silence.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 715px; height: 570px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/silence.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/christmasgift.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 727px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/christmasgift.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good laugh! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8007313894409164170?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8007313894409164170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8007313894409164170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8007313894409164170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8007313894409164170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/merryhohoho.html' title='merryhohoho.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1535431404753668590</id><published>2008-12-19T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:14:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the season to be jolly~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SUqSyadvqxI/AAAAAAAAABY/cEyzZH65jE8/s1600-h/msn-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/SUqSyadvqxI/AAAAAAAAABY/cEyzZH65jE8/s400/msn-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281194907840523026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is drawn using the msn handwriting tool by a forumer.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PRO RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;so damn cute some more. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hohoho in advance to everyone. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1535431404753668590?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1535431404753668590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1535431404753668590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1535431404753668590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1535431404753668590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='this is the season to be jolly~~'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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/_JKk2VvXTu14/SUqSyadvqxI/AAAAAAAAABY/cEyzZH65jE8/s72-c/msn-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-4311109205426571387</id><published>2008-12-18T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:11:54.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>all of the sudden i realise that i've got tons of problems coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention about the heart problem that may or may not exist [even though i know that it doesn't exist], i am growing a wisdom tooth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be so smart. :( LOL.&lt;br /&gt;didn't realise about it until after the dental checkup at cmpb yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;without stating any reason, they asked me to stay for a short while to get my jaw x-rayed.&lt;br /&gt;ronghuang also kena, i think.&lt;br /&gt;then all the way after that, i keep tongue-ing some weird.. thing in my gum near my last tooth.&lt;br /&gt;initially i thought it was just an ulcer, then i used my finger to feel it when i got home after the checkup and realised that it was a growing tooth. !@#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might have to burn a sum of money depending on its growth.&lt;br /&gt;and the pain involved?! AHHHH!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was extremely irritated yesterday. no idea why, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i was alone in my room, or i might have just punched someone if i didn't like his face or something. =/&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that made me slightly pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;don't ever tell someone who spent a few days worrying when you go mia that 'it's better if you don't care'. cos that's just what happened to me yesterday. and no, i wasn't hurt by it. but i felt extremely stupid. good job. if you don't want me to care, then alright, i shall not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what for, when you don't seem to appreciate it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little off topic, and maybe not, i'm really sick and tired of seeing boyfriends who aren't worth their girlfriends. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i'll go kill some zombies in left 4 dead.&lt;br /&gt;brainless game, but increasingly addictive. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/900/900439/left-4-dead-20080820032700956_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 360px;" src="http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/900/900439/left-4-dead-20080820032700956_640w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ve3dmedia.ign.com/images/02/30/23053_bg26_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 740px; height: 463px;" src="http://ve3dmedia.ign.com/images/02/30/23053_bg26_normal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4311109205426571387?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4311109205426571387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4311109205426571387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4311109205426571387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4311109205426571387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1423647895039194637</id><published>2008-12-17T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:37:18.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm fucking irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can't even vent when i don't know what the fuck am i so fucking irritated about. _|_ i think i'll be better off if i just get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1423647895039194637?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1423647895039194637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1423647895039194637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1423647895039194637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1423647895039194637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-fucking-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4269898270517198428</id><published>2008-12-17T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:29:26.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;thereisnopointinshowingconcernforsomeonewhodoesntappreciatewhatyouaredoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;went cmpb for med checkup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got pes A for everything but a poor in physique due to myself being underweight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have to go for a heart scan in feb cos the ECG scanned an irregularity in my heartbeat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think that it's nothing and the doctor agreed with me, but to be safe than sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so effectively i will get my official pes status in april, which means the earliest i can enlist will be in june.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4269898270517198428?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4269898270517198428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4269898270517198428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4269898270517198428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4269898270517198428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/less.html' title='.less'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1992550180018612974</id><published>2008-12-09T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:08:46.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/ST6J2U-K9PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IZqGDD1MBz8/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JKk2VvXTu14/ST6J2U-K9PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IZqGDD1MBz8/s400/Picture+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277807379760215282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the few reasons why i don't like to chat with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1992550180018612974?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1992550180018612974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1992550180018612974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1992550180018612974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1992550180018612974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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/_JKk2VvXTu14/ST6J2U-K9PI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IZqGDD1MBz8/s72-c/Picture+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-4114827811781662610</id><published>2008-12-09T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:32:24.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helpless</title><content type='html'>apparently the feeling that i got two weeks ago were accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lull before the storm thing. though it's not obvious, but it probably started from the past week until now..&lt;br /&gt;and no, this time it has nothing to do with the poly friends. which is a good thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen too much cases of when a girl gets too friendly with guys with the pure intention of treating them as friends, and yet the guys ended up falling in love with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;and admittedly, i can't say that i've never been that way before.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, when i've been through it and learnt from experience, now seeing other guys committing the mistake over and over again, i ended up laughing at them, and myself, inevitably.&lt;br /&gt;are guys that.. 犯贱..?&lt;br /&gt;had to type chinese cos i can't find a more suitable word in english.&lt;br /&gt;and then i see the guys being so obvious with their behavior and yet the girl still remains oblivious..&lt;br /&gt;following which i see the guys being wary of each other's actions, wondering whether the other person is also wooing after the girl..&lt;br /&gt;then it turns out that the girl has another guy in her mind, which results in a good show. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most guys do recover from heartbreaks and rejections easily, or at least easier than the average girl, but hell, that doesn't mean it don't hurt. =/&lt;br /&gt;so.. i just don't get why guys still end up committing the same mistake over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;and it ends up troubling the girl in question when she finally realises cos she will end up trying to keep a distance away from the guys she saw as good friends, and having to spare a thought for their feelings at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think this storm will blow over soon. =/&lt;br /&gt;hopefully nothing else will happen for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched cape no. 7 with wenqi, yingwei and zhiwei on friday.&lt;br /&gt;yingwei dozed off halfway and zhiwei was almost blind so he couldn't read the subtitles when the dialogue was in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;the show surprised me with its amount of japanese and hokkien [it's not really hokkien actually, but i shall use hokkien for simplicity's sake]. but the old man was hiliarious la. LOL. it's a good show la. but the love scene between the two leads were abit abrupt, and i realised why after reading the wiki about it. a near 20 minutes of that scene was chopped off. =/ that's a whole damn lot la. -.- go watch go watch go watch! :D but the storyline is a little confusing. the 7 letters aren't that.. important. or at least i was unable to grasp the importance of the 7 letters in relation to the whole show. even though they are supposed to bring out the atmosphere between the two leads la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing.. somehow or rather, the emo bug seems to be flying around these days. along with the flu bug. =/&lt;br /&gt;took a glance through my msn list and tadah, a few emo nicks.&lt;br /&gt;and me myself isn't exactly happy these few days..&lt;br /&gt;i'm alright, but i can be better, i think.&lt;br /&gt;then i see the people i care about being unhappy as well, and i feel worse when i can't do anything to help.&lt;br /&gt;you want to offer them a listening ear, but they tell you they are alright even when you can tell they are not.&lt;br /&gt;and to make it worse, you don't know them as well as you'd like to. so you can't even venture a guess about what's bugging them.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, all you can do is to ask, are you okay? or to say, cheer up &amp;amp; take care.&lt;br /&gt;and they are the people whom you will smile when you see them smile, and you'll feel upset when you see them cry.&lt;br /&gt;but you can't do anything to help them. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my case, i guess it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even help myself. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, even though it might not help, but to the people who have been unhappy recently, please cheer up kaes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ilongforatalkwithyou&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='helpless'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8669395117511337833</id><published>2008-12-03T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:33:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoarse.</title><content type='html'>rawrrhh.. i did something super unusual for me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;that i actually talked to rh and will about stuffs that i normally wouldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, i ended up having a slight loss of sleep thinking over some stuffs, though not exactly related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i'm still sick. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder where do all my phlegm come about.&lt;br /&gt;it never seems to be able to run out. zz.&lt;br /&gt;it's prolly the worst illness i've gotten in this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrhh. go off liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching some video foreign workers in WISP now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8669395117511337833?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8669395117511337833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8669395117511337833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8669395117511337833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8669395117511337833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoarse.html' title='hoarse.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8872196692910415743</id><published>2008-11-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:18:14.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanilla salt</title><content type='html'>yet another entry for the day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W0A-pQtULTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W0A-pQtULTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;Burning Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just sweet&lt;br /&gt;Then let's put salt on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you to know more about me&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone else, I want to bare my self&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do it, I've got nothing for experience&lt;br /&gt;It's too frustrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to show my weakness&lt;br /&gt;The more I act tough in vain and everything goes the other way&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a crybaby&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been mum about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a love that's just sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is slightly different from what I'm seeking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm told it's white&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's black&lt;br /&gt;I can't be honest&lt;br /&gt;I say one thing but do another&lt;br /&gt;If I'm told, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, but what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like putting salt&lt;br /&gt;Into sweet vanilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall head over heels in love&lt;br /&gt;For all the time, 24/7&lt;br /&gt;I think about you continuously&lt;br /&gt;It's rather extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be, that no one ever thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be this obsessed with you?&lt;br /&gt;Weather forecasts can't tell&lt;br /&gt;The whereabouts of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories engraved into the periods of time when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Are treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm told it's right&lt;br /&gt;I'd turn left&lt;br /&gt;I can't be honest&lt;br /&gt;I say one thing but do another&lt;br /&gt;If I'm told, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, but what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;Burning Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than the vanilla that's just sweet&lt;br /&gt;The slightly salted kind&lt;br /&gt;Makes it sweeter&lt;br /&gt;I can't get tired of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with the love that's just sweet&lt;br /&gt;The slightly salted kind&lt;br /&gt;Shrinks the distance between us&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;That a future more wonderful than today is waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm told it's white&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's black&lt;br /&gt;I can't be honest&lt;br /&gt;I say one thing but do another&lt;br /&gt;If I'm told, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, but what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just sweet&lt;br /&gt;Then let's put salt on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;With vanilla salt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8872196692910415743?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8872196692910415743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8872196692910415743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8872196692910415743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8872196692910415743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/vanilla-salt.html' title='vanilla salt'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1252790822832756623</id><published>2008-11-29T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:06:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delirious</title><content type='html'>think i'm having a fever now. body's burning up like no tomorrow. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, it's been a while since the last i got sick. well, slightly later than usual, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise in advance cos i think i'm going to type incoherently. can't think properly with my head throbbing madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i actually took AR lab test under this condition. -.-&lt;br /&gt;though i don't really think it mattered.&lt;br /&gt;didn't have enough time to finish, partly cos of the 15 minutes wasted at the beginning of the test thanks to the buggy serial interfaces of the routers.&lt;br /&gt;main thing is for some reason or another, i couldn't get to ping all the interfaces when i am absolutely certain that i redistributed the routes correctly.&lt;br /&gt;then i wasted more time troubleshooting to no avail. =/&lt;br /&gt;seriously the lousiest i've ever done for my lab tests in all 3 years. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm a little.. pissed over myself being at a loss of words whenever.. =/&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i can talk shit, i can be humorous, i can entertain when i'm with others, but i get tongue-tied whenever it matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;and what's the point in being able to type long essays in blogs when i can't express myself well enough to the people who matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;and yet the most maddening fact is that i have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrh. next topic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been considering to go aussie for further studies after ns, but given current situation, it seems more and more likely that i won't be able to go..&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i won't want to go.. =/&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll reconsider again when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;especially in terms of finances.&lt;br /&gt;don't think it's advisable to throw near 30 to 50k worth of tuition fees + living expenses for my studies when it's more important to have some cash at hand just in case.&lt;br /&gt;studying in SIM will be cheaper by almost half, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh. forget it. i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;stupid fever. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's something for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://adweek.blogs.com/adfreak/images/2008/07/10/translateservererror.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might take a moment to understand, but once you do, it's hilarious. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1252790822832756623?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1252790822832756623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1252790822832756623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1252790822832756623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1252790822832756623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/delirious.html' title='delirious'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2242911253111561583</id><published>2008-11-27T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:08:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-014839292540999982 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z3QQlGK_BA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z3QQlGK_BA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Z3QQlGK_BA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in love with this song. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;super catchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lyrics is quite meaningful. [well, once translated, that is. =x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre! Preparation!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not strong&lt;br /&gt;But pre! Pre-parade!&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, cracking apart&lt;br /&gt;P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not paying attention, be prepared for a poking attack from my fingers&lt;br /&gt;I'm little, but I'll squish you; you're as tiny as a flea to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is a plastic heart (plus, plus, but it's a minus)&lt;br /&gt;But that's boring; when I'd notice it, I'd have won against you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm only worrying about things that don't matter&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel? It feels like that&lt;br /&gt;You're gentle and sincere yet eccentric&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you&lt;br /&gt;Just by being honest, it's so stimulating and I feel dizzy&lt;br /&gt;I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, cracking apart&lt;br /&gt;P-re-prepare, p-re-prepare, p-re-prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I polish myself, I'll still shine; limits don't exist&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm little, there's something that I can't lose to anyone at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endure it until I get closer to you (endure it, endure it, patience is important)&lt;br /&gt;If you get any closer to me, I'll crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are kind and stimulating&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing fellows who suffer hardships&lt;br /&gt;Even when they want to cry, they grin from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel? It feels like a loss&lt;br /&gt;You're brilliant and totally active&lt;br /&gt;I mount surprise attacks on you with a bold attitude to get my revenge&lt;br /&gt;Just by going straight ahead, I'm driven by anxiety and I feel nervous&lt;br /&gt;In my head, there's always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm only worrying about things that don't matter&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel? It feels like that&lt;br /&gt;You're gentle and sincere yet eccentric&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you&lt;br /&gt;Just by being honest, it's so stimulating and I feel dizzy&lt;br /&gt;I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings&lt;br /&gt;In my head, there's always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2242911253111561583?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2242911253111561583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2242911253111561583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2242911253111561583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2242911253111561583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-parade.html' title='pre-parade'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5054319361702997915</id><published>2008-11-24T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:50:04.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yetanotherweek</title><content type='html'>is love that influential on a person's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much so that one who can't be bothered with relationships, and don't understand how someone can fall for another person will actually end up putting emo lyrics in his msn personal message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a very convincing example, but it's significant enough when you actually know the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, as much as i've seen, i can't deny that people can change for love, but i don't think i've that happen to me yet. or maybe i'm just oblivious to my change or that i'm only changing gradually that no one seem to be able to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, that's not what i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling contradictory these days, which isn't really uncommon for me. =/&lt;br /&gt;that i wish for things to stay the way they are, in terms of my relationships with the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;but part of me wishes for things to be different.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say how, but just.. different.&lt;br /&gt;probably for things to be a lot more simple than how it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring when you go out with a bunch of friends and you actually have to keep thinking of what to say and what not to say, to build up a facade and to pretend that you're enjoying the conversation when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hypocritical of me, yes. but am i supposed to just be blunt and cause conflicts?&lt;br /&gt;you can call me a coward and i won't be able to refute the accusation, seeing how i've always dealt with things, especially in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;i've always this hidden fear of letting people around me know about my true self, hence i always seem to be infallible - that i can laugh off just about any disappointments, that i am very knowledgable, that i'm matured. but i'm just as strong as any average person. at most, i can think a little more logical than the average person and i can play around with words to guise my intents, but in the end, it only serves for me to build up the walls around me higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who always hang around with me, can roughly tell how i behave, but i doubt anyone of them is able to tell me how i feel. keke. well, that's pretty sad in a way. but i've lived with it for 19 years, no? guess i can survive with that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;it is seriously stupid when you work with a bunch of people for group work, then someone is busy surfing net, talking cock, etc while you're sitting beside, figuring out how to solve the problems, following the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;that itself is alright, but then it is his turn to do his part, you ask him to do, and he has the cheek to ask what command? so you get irritated and yell at him, 'read the fucking paper la!' then he will reply, 'you tell me faster la.', then you keep silent and he begins flipping the pages and finally ask 'which step?'. so you relent and tell him in order to get things done faster. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now that the tests are coming and he begins to get all nervous about it and asks for the case studies' configurations and when are the tests held on. good job eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck it. i'm bitching so much that i already feel like i'm one myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, these are the few reasons that i wish for things to change.&lt;br /&gt;or else i think i'll just snap and.. do something reckless, probably.&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all i can do is to steal glances at you and hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to catch a glimpse of your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for it is the meal for my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how i wish i could do so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet the time comes and my feet go cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only i am closer to you a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to treat you more preciously than gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when things don't go well for you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do know that my hand is here for you to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wake @ 0149 24 Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5054319361702997915?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5054319361702997915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5054319361702997915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5054319361702997915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5054319361702997915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/yetanotherweek.html' title='yetanotherweek'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5866860064885803049</id><published>2008-11-17T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:47.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumdididum~</title><content type='html'>hm.. i'm feeling the ominous feeling i get when something's gonna happen. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't describe it, but yeah, it's been accurate so far.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's seriously too.. peaceful these days.&lt;br /&gt;unusually so, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dang. IS module group member hurrying us to submit our work liao.&lt;br /&gt;nb~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proper-er post next time. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5866860064885803049?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5866860064885803049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5866860064885803049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5866860064885803049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5866860064885803049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/dumdididum.html' title='dumdididum~'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7174646085328445731</id><published>2008-11-17T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:24:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and here's saying hi.</title><content type='html'>so there, hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know that i'm still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just barely, cos i'm so fricking lazy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR is fun.&lt;br /&gt;WLT is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;ANS is.. well, average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatatatata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bed, i go. a proper entry the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7174646085328445731?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7174646085328445731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7174646085328445731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7174646085328445731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7174646085328445731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-heres-saying-hi.html' title='and here&apos;s saying hi.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5745570286941338161</id><published>2008-11-06T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:53:14.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burp</title><content type='html'>lack of idea and i just burped, hence the title. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school has started for about a month le.&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny when i thought of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second week or something, me and the guys were at the atrium, then the deejays from 883 FM 'volunteered' us into their campus reporter thing. don't think anyone of us got in, but it was exciting to actually take part in the first place. though quite involuntarily. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to hold this mike attached to a recorder one deejay was holding then i've to read out this paragraph asking people to support me into the mike while the other took photos. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then subsequently, tuesday ah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat sakae at wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;sibei sian. wanted to find sushi kikuzawa but i forgot where was it le. =//&lt;br /&gt;then we kena filmed.. but okay la, admittedly the focus weren't us, but hey, sama la. =x&lt;br /&gt;i think it's for some documentary about sakae, then just nice we had lots of shit to clear on our table.&lt;br /&gt;so they asked if they could shoot one of the staff clearing our table.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, have i mentioned yet, that IS modules are a huge waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.surveygizmo.com/s/80237/wisptattoo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 75, 181);"&gt;http://www.surveygizmo.com/s/80237/wisptattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me do, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i just need about 15 odd more to get 50 respondents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke. AR lab test tml..&lt;br /&gt;should be pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;VLSM seems to be so easy, now that i'm quite familiar with it. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but WLT. kena fucked, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;think i've to borrow laptop from the tech to do my lab test if one comes.&lt;br /&gt;pcmcia is a bitch~~ !! they should just upgrade. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes.. not in the mood to make those lengthy rants.&lt;br /&gt;so that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;nyaa nyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px 0pt; padding: 10px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5745570286941338161?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5745570286941338161/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-2634049438800382673</id><published>2008-11-01T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:14:54.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utterrandomness.</title><content type='html'>hmm.. it's getting incredibly difficult not to be two-faced in the slightest as time goes by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend says a joke, and you don't think it's funny at all, but you laugh anyway..&lt;br /&gt;friend talks bad about someone you feel okay about, but you agree anyway..&lt;br /&gt;you have to hang out with someone that gets more and more irritating as time goes by, but you still do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah, so on and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you'll eventually meet people that talks bad about everyone behind their backs, apart from those in front of them, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;politics is fun when you're not involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;that's why you'll see so many people commenting about the current US elections, but when you get more and more involved, it's just plain tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't things be more simple, you'll find yourself thinking, and some other smart aleck voice in your head saying that that's just how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, when you see someone's feeling down, and you want to comfort the person, you actually end up finding yourself having nothing to say but the most meaningless of 'cheer up', 'don't be sad anymore', etc. wonder if anyone would appreciate those comments which essentially are just spoken for the sake of saying instead of being genuinely concerned and trying to help. and in the end, you can only resort to standing beside the person, hoping that the person will open up and talk to you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty stupid that you often get people telling you about their matters when you don't want to listen, and yet when those that you sincerely want to listen and help, they will shut off their feelings towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also quite vexing when you are in a group of friends, but eventually you realise that you don't really belong there.&lt;br /&gt;you are there, but you are not part of them, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can you really count on, when you need them the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2634049438800382673?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2634049438800382673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2634049438800382673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2634049438800382673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2634049438800382673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/utterrandomness.html' title='utterrandomness.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8361360676426223779</id><published>2008-10-28T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:24:28.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience.</title><content type='html'>tried and tested, and time after time the saying that familiarity breeds contempt rings true again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz. i don't think i'm more patient than the average person, and already, my patience is running thin regarding someone and yet he just had to do things to irritate me even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't fucking push your blame to others when it's your own bloody mistake to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;especially when the person is already kind enough to help you and yet you can just blame him when you forget your own fucking stuff?&lt;br /&gt;thanks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think why you always complain about you doing so much for others and others don't seem to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;just think for your fucking self for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, why can't people just realise that i just can't be bothered if i don't reply smses or on msn?&lt;br /&gt;must i make it loud and clear that i don't give a shit for them to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:42:33 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: weeeerreer&lt;br /&gt; 1:42:35 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: hahahaajz&lt;br /&gt; 1:42:44 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: zzz ml wad time cklass&lt;br /&gt; 1:42:46 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: ?&lt;br /&gt; 1:42:50 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   wake;                                                                                            .: 11.&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:13 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: icic&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:25 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: beteer wakte up mealryu tml then&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:29 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: ealry*&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:37 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: early*&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:46 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: i go sl[p l;e&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:53 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: wanna die&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:55 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: loiapz&lt;br /&gt; 1:43:58 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: liaoz&lt;br /&gt; 1:47:15 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: zzz ilm not typing crapam i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; 1:47:16 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: zzz&lt;br /&gt; 1:47:28 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: wtf is i purpisoely one&lt;br /&gt; 1:47:30 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: zzz&lt;br /&gt; 1:47:34 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   wake;                                                                                            .: kkkk.&lt;br /&gt; 1:47:57 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: nvm mi9nd&lt;br /&gt; 1:48:06 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: i go slp le&lt;br /&gt; 1:48:07 AM     Tuesday,  October 28, 2008   xx...: zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do think that i'm good in languages, but i'm not apt at deciphering rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;for fuck's sake, just go to sleep when you're drunk and not go on msn and irritate everyone you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i'd just waste this long weekend sleeping, but ended up going to chevrons for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;was dozing in and out of sleep until yingwei's sms at 3+pm before i was willing to get out of bed. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cheap to sing there la.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know. =x&lt;br /&gt;never go before.&lt;br /&gt;would spent near 30bucks excluding cab, food, etc if we were to go kbox/party world/topone but i only spent 12 bucks? for finger food and the karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;but admittedly, cos it's by room so it's cheaper. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else..&lt;br /&gt;oh, the free flow drinks..&lt;br /&gt;a pity that there's only coke and sprite, but i guess i shouldn't expect too much when it's already free flow. =/&lt;br /&gt;well, the company was good, which is obvious. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. nothing to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8361360676426223779?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8361360676426223779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8361360676426223779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8361360676426223779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8361360676426223779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/patience.html' title='patience.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3720810744398610838</id><published>2008-10-22T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:11:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five</title><content type='html'>great. another movie to add to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th century boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. based on the mixed reviews that i found online, i was expecting the show to be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;but then surprisingly, it was a lot better than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th century boys is a manga adaptation. it's about this group of friends who wrote a book of prophecy about how and when the world will end, and that they will save the world from ending when they were in elementary school. but eventually, they ended up burying up the book and their items, vowing that they will dig them back up when the time comes for them to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years later, people began dying from a strange virus across the world, and the cult appeared, sporting a symbol that was familiar to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna spoil the story, but for me, i enjoyed the movie cos i've read the manga in anticipation of the movie already.&lt;br /&gt;to those who haven't read the manga, it'll still be nice if they like to actually think, while watching the movie, instead of those action or chick flicks where they can just leave their brains behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story will be a little messy at the start cos the story consists of a lot of characters.&lt;br /&gt;not to spoil the movie, but to ask people to take note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there will be a scene where someone takes a photo of the group.&lt;br /&gt;the photo will be there for a second or two, but take a good look at the photo.&lt;br /&gt;something, or rather, someone's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the people who dies might not necessarily end up being dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the huge thing that xxxx is standing on near the end of the show is not a robot, but rather an exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;it is not stated nor shown explicitly in the show, so i think people who didn't know will assume that it's a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the only one who can make prophecies for real is the old man. no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes. all in all that should be enough for people who haven't watch to take note of the points in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;the show is pretty long. 2hr+. but if you can, try to stay after the credits to watch the trailer for the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i admit that the title of the movie is damn.. boring-ish. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i prolly won't be interested in the movie if i didn't read the manga, actually. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i do like the show, or else i wouldn't be blogging about it. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3720810744398610838?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3720810744398610838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3720810744398610838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3720810744398610838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3720810744398610838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/five.html' title='five'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2042718493438445002</id><published>2008-10-19T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:53:14.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>godly. just this week alone, i've watched eagle eye, max payne, tropic thunder and house bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, thankfully the movies weren't bad.&lt;br /&gt;max payne wasn't good, but the visual effects were good enough to redeem it.&lt;br /&gt;the rest are good, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, with that said, my moolah has diminished to a miserable 50+ bucks to last till next month. =/&lt;br /&gt;dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i wanna say that i think it's damn rude when someone keeps giving a black face whenever we go out.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf sia. show smlj attitude. zz. not happy then don't go out with us. simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. had a bad stomach late last night and just now.&lt;br /&gt;prolly due to the spicy ramen i had last night for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Beppu Menkan Ramen Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;keke. when ordering right, need to specify what spicyness i want, with 1 being the minimal and 8 being the most spicy.&lt;br /&gt;choices were 1, 2, 4, 6, 8.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried 2 and thankfully, it was just my maximum. =//&lt;br /&gt;or maybe 4. but didn't dare to try.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the food weren't bad.&lt;br /&gt;can try next time. keke.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall stick to 1 next time, or i'll end up having a bad stomach. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2042718493438445002?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2042718493438445002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2042718493438445002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2042718493438445002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2042718493438445002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7367595471924756404</id><published>2008-10-16T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:11:52.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>well, school has finally started, after near 8 - 9 months without attending lectures, doing labs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good, though i'm still in some sort of a holiday mood. [ooo, it rhymed.]&lt;br /&gt;francis teo is a better lecturer than i thought. so much better than law yin tak. that john. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanna.. =/ the same old cranky indian woman as usual, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;started out by offending all those latecomers and tries to be funny and joke around with the class afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! the IS classes. i totally wasn't paying attention during the Living in the Information Era class, but i think next week's class will be in the library - Jupiter room 3rd floor. but block 34 is so fricking ulu. -.- i entered the building from the second floor cos i walked up the road just right outside of it. then i couldn't find any lift, so i walked up the stairs, and tadah, a locked door blocking my way. &gt;.&lt; had to make my way down to first floor, walk one round to the other end of the building then take the lift up to sixth floor. zz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then WISP. the lecturer. some hao lian weirdo. can't be bothered to say too much. but wah lao. really sibei hao lian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what i really wanted to say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something really obvious but i realised that everyone's seem to be changing. &lt;br /&gt;well, the most drastic and surprising one should be ronghuang's, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;he's beginning to watch his diet nowadays and is more willing to go out with the rest of us. keke. and some other thing that i can't say, of course. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, there are still things that just don't change.&lt;br /&gt;example is that people still can't stop talking to me when it's obvious that i'm just not interested. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;11:53 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;damn! hahaz.. saw the review for blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake; .&lt;br /&gt;11:53 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;icic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;11:53 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;compare to blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;11:53 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake; .&lt;br /&gt;11:54 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;ooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;11:55 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;11:55 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake; .&lt;br /&gt;11:57 Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i wanna daiii~ &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, is it not obvious that i'm not interested?!!!!11111oneoneone&lt;br /&gt;[edited the convo just in case.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmkay, nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. somehow i lost track of my thoughts again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue another day. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7367595471924756404?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7367595471924756404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7367595471924756404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7367595471924756404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7367595471924756404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4833468070708979521</id><published>2008-10-10T05:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:19:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不, 完美</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pLMm-kV8HU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pLMm-kV8HU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你常常說 我很完美&lt;br /&gt;沒人能取代 我給的一切&lt;br /&gt;我就以為 我努力更完美&lt;br /&gt;我們就會永遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽&lt;br /&gt;你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰&lt;br /&gt;我的完美也只是 不完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;後來你說 我太完美&lt;br /&gt;值得更好的 陪在我身邊&lt;br /&gt;你不是我 你怎麼能體會&lt;br /&gt;你有多麼珍貴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽&lt;br /&gt;你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰&lt;br /&gt;我的完美也只是 不完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽&lt;br /&gt;你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰&lt;br /&gt;我的完美成了罪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 我們多虛偽&lt;br /&gt;你讓我的好 變成一種罪&lt;br /&gt;完美並不美 當你愛了誰&lt;br /&gt;我的完美也只是 不完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;愛人的那一個，往往在不完美中給完美；&lt;br /&gt;被愛的那一個，卻總是在完美中找不完美。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4833468070708979521?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4833468070708979521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4833468070708979521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4833468070708979521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4833468070708979521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='不, 完美'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-68385886863487512</id><published>2008-10-10T02:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:13:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>debt</title><content type='html'>was chatting with wenqi a short while ago and she was saying that she's reading a few blogs which were quite saddening.&lt;br /&gt;took a glance at the blogs and i didn't feel like reading on.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wasn't in the mood to handle all that, or maybe i've never tasted true sadness on my own before for me to face others'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i opened up one of the link once again and read.&lt;br /&gt;wenqi posted the entry dated around may, but i skipped to the latest entry after glancing through the particular post.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i feel better with reading from the end, rather than to go through all the process, though i guess the blogger didn't have any option but to live through her suffering like she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that i'm a person that's extremely hard to get surprised by anything. i can't say that i've lived a long life, but as far as i've seen, i've gradually learnt what to expect, and what not to. and i can't even smile at the fact that i am never ever surprised whenever i hear and read stories about guys betraying girls. sure, it could be due to the fact that i'm dulled by the countless stories of atrocities done by guys to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys may argue that guys can be victims in some cases as well.&lt;br /&gt;sure. but i'm also very sure that guys can cope so much better than girls in such cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which somehow reminded me of this .. incident i just heard.&lt;br /&gt;guy A &amp;amp; girl B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is this guy with a history of being emo, over liking this girl for years, but can never progress anywhere further from just being friends. his methods are awkward, and will often result in the girl turning off, rather than liking him. but no matter what people around him says, he persists on his ways. on two occasions, he seemed to move on, but.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time, he got to know this girl online and apparently they hit off well.&lt;br /&gt;but subsequently, he began to have a liking for the girl and he started his awkward methods of wooing the girl.&lt;br /&gt;appear offline when the girl isn't online if he doesn't want to talk to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;and will appear online immediately when he sees the girl online, just to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;he also began to track and will say at times that the girl went offline 13 minutes ago [accurate to the last digit], and he shouldn't have bathed, etc.&lt;br /&gt;he also reads the girl's blog fervently and saved the girl's photo in his phone without anyone else's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, the girl managed to hit it off well with this mutual friend of theirs and coincidentally, that other guy was her senior in school.&lt;br /&gt;this didn't sit well with A and he actually questioned the other guy whether he likes the girl or not.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, the girl found out and felt very turned off and decided to delete him off his msn and changed her blog address, cutting off all contacts with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A became emo yet again, which lasted for about a few months, perhaps, and he went back to emo-ing over the initial girl whom he liked for years.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us just let him be and let him carry on his rants.&lt;br /&gt;until recently, he met girl B.&lt;br /&gt;as a joke, we all thought, he called her dear, darling, etc.&lt;br /&gt;B took it in her stride initially, but it got from bad to worse that she had to tell him to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;so he did.&lt;br /&gt;but he tried to find ways and means to get himself closer to her, even though he states that he only treats B as a friend, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;... [i'm feeling that it's getting quite longwinded, so i shall cut it short.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, history seems to be repeating itself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which made me change my impression of him considerably.&lt;br /&gt;to put it bluntly, this type of guys is simply called 贱.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read yw's today's entry and i was at a loss for words to tag in her tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;but i particularly agree with what she said about guys. =/&lt;br /&gt;and ironically speaking, i'm glad to be a guy cos i don't think i'd like guys were i to be a girl instead.&lt;br /&gt;there's a valid reason why you see lesbian couples everywhere in town. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would you marry someone you love, or would you love someone you marry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;就让我慢慢学习&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;学习悲伤的时候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;不闭上眼睛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;趁眼泪还没形成之前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;就在空气中被蒸发掉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 元大鹰 篮球火&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my choice for title, it came to me while i was reading this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/7660409.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/7660409.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's a debt clock for us guys to girls, i wonder how many digits would it need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-68385886863487512?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/68385886863487512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=68385886863487512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/68385886863487512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/68385886863487512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/debt.html' title='debt'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7731864802805875338</id><published>2008-10-05T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:40:15.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Screenshots/3374f17a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Screenshots/3374f17a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Screenshots/ed76e62a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Screenshots/ed76e62a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just spent few minutes 'zhng-ing' my msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's all i wanted to blog about. keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7731864802805875338?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7731864802805875338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7731864802805875338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7731864802805875338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7731864802805875338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/heehee.html' title='heehee.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Screenshots/th_3374f17a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-1833267443012954597</id><published>2008-10-03T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:43:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>okay. i've went and is now back from taiwan with jason and william.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip wasn't bad, but it's a pity that we couldn't enjoy it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the photos do the talking. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me on the plane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0389.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a notice in the hotel room we're staying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember! children can't be reached!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the single trip tokens to take their mrt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the famous shilin street!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/IMG_0412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody william mistook me for the pole. -.-&lt;br /&gt;that's why i was screaming. :'(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/DSC00075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/?start=all"&gt;more photos here: http://s35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/?start=all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to post anymore of them, so just visit the link for the photos ba.&lt;br /&gt;wait for them to load first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite a few of my first-time experiences at taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;first time encountering typhoon for example. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty fun though, and was lucky that i didn't get to experience the full blown one.&lt;br /&gt;the location we were at were just within the radius.&lt;br /&gt;but the winds were insanely strong.&lt;br /&gt;and the trees were bending over seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we also kena 'mobbed' by pimps asking if we wanted girls. =/&lt;br /&gt;was abit taken aback, but thankfully nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;thought they would really get violent if we rejected, but guess i think too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried tarot card reading for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really know what to expect from it, but it's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i asked that whether it's advisable for me to continue studying or not, and she asked me to write down my name.&lt;br /&gt;then wrote le and she analysed that the 伟 character is suitable to work/study in the IT field and she asked whether i'm intending to pursue a career in that field or not.&lt;br /&gt;whether it's accurate or just a coincidence, i don't know. but i answered yes.&lt;br /&gt;so she continued, saying that i can progress in IT field and will have good results from that.&lt;br /&gt;then she added that from my name, i'm a very kind person, but i should be aware of the fact that the world isn't as kind as i think.&lt;br /&gt;further on, she added that i shouldn't worry too much, especially about my family's finances as it wouldn't be much of a problem should i continue in IT. as long as i don't 三分钟热度.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we did the tarot card reading, which disappointed me a little, but i shan't talk about it. =xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall, be it the good part and the disappointment part, the person was pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm not so sure whether i'm really kind. =///&lt;br /&gt;cos it's true that i find myself quite suited to do IT, and i do have an interest in continuing.&lt;br /&gt;and more or less i've planned to continue in this line.&lt;br /&gt;the person was also accurate when she said that i worry about my family's finances, which i really did.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't a major concern ba.&lt;br /&gt;and the 三分钟热度 is damn true la! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;kickboxing, going for jap lessons and even learning driving. =x&lt;br /&gt;took only a short while nia.&lt;br /&gt;though jap lessons were because i only intended to learn the basics before self-learning the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say i believe it totally even though it surprised me for the person to be this accurate. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here for now. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下雨天 by Lara from 南拳妈妈 is a nice song. addicted to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYV0t1WoRUw&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/FYV0t1WoRUw&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div 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title='back!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Taiwan/th_IMG_0389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-4982311122283374941</id><published>2008-09-21T05:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:45:37.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO BLOG!</title><content type='html'>i've some shit i wanna blog about but i'm too sleepy to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keywords: friends, outsider, things not going my way, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i think it's gonna be an entry quite .. unlike me. =/&lt;br /&gt;heck. glad that not many people will read my blog. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SCRATCH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD HAVE BLOGGED WHEN I FELT LIKE IT YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not in the mood to blog long entries now. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how. i'll get back to what i want to say soon.. well, eventually. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4982311122283374941?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4982311122283374941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4982311122283374941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4982311122283374941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4982311122283374941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-blog.html' title='I WANT TO BLOG!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4314508848018162590</id><published>2008-09-18T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:24:33.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>koko ni iru yo/i'm here/我们要一起生活</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4pL6MdReQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4pL6MdReQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baby boy, I’m here, I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;You know dat I love you, and that’s why you don’t need to worry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are, my love won’t change&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you (waiting for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, so clumsy, and you, far away&lt;br /&gt;With me still unable to tell you how I felt, you went away&lt;br /&gt;Now you remain only in my album&lt;br /&gt;These days we can only meet via the airwaves, but I can’t see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth, the smell of your hair; as the days went by&lt;br /&gt;My thirst for you was unquenched, and I searched desperately for a trace of you&lt;br /&gt;On the road I often walked down with you, the only sound now was my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that, how are you? Are you eating properly?&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I just can’t say it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll send you another letter from me soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy, I’m here, I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;You know dat I love you, and that’s why you don’t need to worry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are, my love won’t change&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you (waiting for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you on the sand dunes in Kamakura; the words I wanted to say were swallowed up in the waves&lt;br /&gt;This is really painful; I’m a guy…so why won’t the words come?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember? When I was at karaoke with you&lt;br /&gt;The words to the song I picked were on the screen&lt;br /&gt;The truth was, I wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;The day we got together, just the two of us, for the first time&lt;br /&gt;We played around like we met by chance&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say “I can’t forget your smile”&lt;br /&gt;But I got pretty off-topic, huh? You get what I want to say, right?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I’ve run out of space to write&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, next time I’ll definitely send it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy, I’m here, I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;You know dat I love you, and that’s why you don’t need to worry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are, my love won’t change&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you (waiting for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was richer, if I had a more serious job&lt;br /&gt;If I’d been able to suffer through everything, I know I could…&lt;br /&gt;But please, don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t want to make you lonely, but&lt;br /&gt;I’m busy so I can’t really talk, but&lt;br /&gt;Baby believe kore wa all for our future&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, I want to see you right now, I want to hold you right now&lt;br /&gt;Now there’s nobody sitting in that seat where you used to sit next to me…&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s no biggie, that wasn’t what I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s probably too late, but I’ll pour out the words I’ve been wanting to say all this time, and send it to you, my unsent letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, I’m here, I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;You know dat I love you, and that’s why you don’t need to worry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are, my love won’t change&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you (waiting for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy, I’m here, I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, and that’s why you don’t need to worry&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are, my love won’t change&lt;br /&gt;Now I can come out and say it&lt;br /&gt;I don't eva wanna let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not here if i've already posted this before, but heck it.&lt;br /&gt;this is the original song of the one sang by 大嘴巴 - 留我在身边 below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8X_WmgPJf8&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/n8X_WmgPJf8&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy&lt;br /&gt;永远永远手牵手&lt;br /&gt;一步两步一起走&lt;br /&gt;永远永远要记得&lt;br /&gt;我们要一起生活&lt;br /&gt;不管晴天的时候&lt;br /&gt;不管下雨的时候&lt;br /&gt;不放开手到永久&lt;br /&gt;我们要一起生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼泪 她为你流过 也为自己掉过&lt;br /&gt;对於你们的爱 她总是抱着坚强的笑容&lt;br /&gt;错过那些时间 谢谢她的守候&lt;br /&gt;是时候 紧紧牵她的手 带她到你的城堡里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近还好吗 想念的心开不了口&lt;br /&gt;枯想着你有没有好好过 担心着你每天生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你好吗 最近如何 照顾身体工作加油&lt;br /&gt;我一个人也会勇敢好好过 不让你担心多一秒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念着 每天每秒我们故事 每天每秒说好的事&lt;br /&gt;两个人一起散步 是最浪漫的事&lt;br /&gt;你是我的天使 给我力量能够坚持&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些关心问候 翅膀一样的双手&lt;br /&gt;是我最幸福的所有&lt;br /&gt;心里面有你建的角落&lt;br /&gt;脆弱时我能够躲一躲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱我 像翅膀一样温柔的手&lt;br /&gt;我要抱着你不要再错过&lt;br /&gt;你的爱 是最蓝那片天空&lt;br /&gt;cuz baby girl I'm coming back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy&lt;br /&gt;永远永远手牵手&lt;br /&gt;一步两步一起走&lt;br /&gt;永远永远要记得&lt;br /&gt;我们要一起生活&lt;br /&gt;不管晴天的时候&lt;br /&gt;不管下雨的时候&lt;br /&gt;不放开手到永久&lt;br /&gt;我们要一起生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福 少了你在身边不会完整&lt;br /&gt;人潮中朝你走来那张可爱微笑的脸孔&lt;br /&gt;这份爱 不是悸动 守护一辈子的感动&lt;br /&gt;这段路踏着幸福的每一步一起牵着手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心疼你会睡不好 总是缩在床的一角&lt;br /&gt;我要回来给你依靠 哄你看你笑着睡着&lt;br /&gt;照片里 你的微笑 我们甜蜜得打闹&lt;br /&gt;好希望微风把思念 代替我亲吻你嘴角&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念着 每天每秒我们故事 每天每秒说好的事&lt;br /&gt;约定好去看的风景 爱谱成了诗&lt;br /&gt;你就是我的天使 给我力量能够坚持&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阳光灿烂午後 我又在街上走&lt;br /&gt;你的影子不再寂寞&lt;br /&gt;想到你的身边到不了&lt;br /&gt;像个路人般看热闹&lt;br /&gt;经过那个属於我们的转角&lt;br /&gt;走过两个人曾经逛的街&lt;br /&gt;那些店 还有熟悉的画面&lt;br /&gt;oh baby girl I'm coming back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy&lt;br /&gt;永远永远手牵手&lt;br /&gt;一步两步一起走&lt;br /&gt;永远永远要记得&lt;br /&gt;我们要一起生活&lt;br /&gt;不管晴天的时候&lt;br /&gt;不管下雨的时候&lt;br /&gt;不放开手到永久&lt;br /&gt;我们要一起生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有办法想像 那画面&lt;br /&gt;一个孤独的背影走在 小公园&lt;br /&gt;一颗心 需要暖 一双手 需要牵&lt;br /&gt;故事要有美好结局 需要两双手来写&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远 不是只出现在童话里的梦&lt;br /&gt;在身边 眼泪加了蜜糖甜&lt;br /&gt;这句点 要完美画在无名指上&lt;br /&gt;承诺的开始&lt;br /&gt;恋人们 要一起珍藏&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4314508848018162590?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4314508848018162590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4314508848018162590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4314508848018162590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4314508848018162590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/koko-ni-iru-yoim-here.html' title='koko ni iru yo/i&apos;m here/我们要一起生活'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1529471112552304261</id><published>2008-09-16T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:57:56.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runningoutoftitles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3. When in another's lair, show him respect or else do not go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4. If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6. Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 8. Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 9. Do not harm little children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 10. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i think i'm satanic. cos more or less i'm abiding by all these rules, well, most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 and 8 need a little explanation.&lt;br /&gt;7: change 'power of magic' to 'help acquired/enlisted', and it'll make more sense.&lt;br /&gt;8: if it's something that you chose to do, don't complain about it, because no one's forcing you to do it and you can just back out of it as when you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish people would abide by #2.&lt;br /&gt;pisses me off to no end, though i guess it's better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH I AM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1529471112552304261?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-1471001113300343245</id><published>2008-09-14T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:58:41.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change!</title><content type='html'>okay la. as good as not changing, since i only added one 's' to the address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really like a particular someone to read my blog, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrh. now my biceps are aching.&lt;br /&gt;following a training regime right now.&lt;br /&gt;starting on wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed: 41 pushups&lt;br /&gt;fri: 54 pushups&lt;br /&gt;sun: 63 pushups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;split into sets. it's been 3 years+ since i've ever done any decent exercise so i'm struggling a little. -.-&lt;br /&gt;prolly i'll repeat the 41, 54, 63 next week instead of increasing the amount, since i'm having a hard time with them. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit late, since it's almost over, but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENDY TEO WEN QI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here. my muscle ache is too distracting already. zz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1471001113300343245?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1471001113300343245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1471001113300343245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1471001113300343245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1471001113300343245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='change!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3515002318902605459</id><published>2008-09-08T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:22:09.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>bad ending to an unexpectedly good day. =xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the bus stop that i was supposed to take 700A to go home at 11.30+ and the info board states that the bus will arrive in 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i waited until 12.15 or so and the bus wasn't even there yet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;then saw the 700A gone from the board. good job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ended up having to take cab. =///&lt;br /&gt;arh, small thing. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good in various ways ba.&lt;br /&gt;first i am proud to say, i can swim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tiny little bit. =x but hey, i managed to learn within a single day hor, not bad riaos.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to william and jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second.. hm. reason's pretty obvious, so not gonna say. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, THE BLOODY MEMBERSHIP!!&lt;br /&gt;initially thought can use to get my points for some purchase. =/&lt;br /&gt;then the person attending to us say cannot use already. zz.&lt;br /&gt;kns. then the staff at the counter said that the card that i have has been discontinued from april 30 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;and kns, jeffrey made use of my card to get the 25% off during birthday month on april 10+ seh.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh~~~ so wasted la! =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. in a way it's good though.&lt;br /&gt;cos i can give up that membership in exchange for a 50 bucks voucher.&lt;br /&gt;then the new membership was 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;then through some deduction here and there, blah blah, the voucher was as good as used for the membership card.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i found out about it today than when i want to use it for the '25%' off.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw a pair of jeans which i think is nice.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not mention the price.&lt;br /&gt;so let's say if i didn't know about the discontinuation, and i went to get a pair of jeans expecting to get 25% off the price and i will end up with 50 bucks off nia.&lt;br /&gt;but now, the new membership card, during birthday month, i can get 20% off.&lt;br /&gt;which isn't as good, but not bad either.&lt;br /&gt;so i definitely can get &gt;50 bucks off. :D&lt;br /&gt;and the freebies~ woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, met a few of my secondary school friends, or rather acquaintances today.&lt;br /&gt;first was jacinta.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if she got prettier or just that i didn't notice that she was that pretty in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;she still look like herself, but i thought that she really looked pretty when i saw her. =/&lt;br /&gt;william gave her 8/10. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/3593422&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw three from dance.&lt;br /&gt;barely spoke to them before, but we know each other by sight.&lt;br /&gt;but didn't greet each other or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. wanted to say abit more but guess this entry's long enough.&lt;br /&gt;so, tada.&lt;br /&gt;but dang, i got a slight sunburn now. :(&lt;br /&gt;pain desu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3515002318902605459?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3515002318902605459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3515002318902605459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3515002318902605459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3515002318902605459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-9222983058907520206</id><published>2008-09-05T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:34:15.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore.</title><content type='html'>i was bored stiff yesterday and i dug out my weights to lift..&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have done 70 per side at one shot when i haven't been working out regularly.&lt;br /&gt;now my arms are still damn sore until one day and i can't straighten my arms naturally. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i highly doubt that i'll be motivated enough to get off my ass to look around for a part time job.&lt;br /&gt;zzz. heck. i'll just make use of this holiday to work out and get back my initial fitness.&lt;br /&gt;really slacked like hell after entering poly seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my tolerance seems to be wearing thin nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;i get irritable quite easily now. =/&lt;br /&gt;prolly i'm just making a fuss out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people imitate or mimic me.&lt;br /&gt;for humor's sake then it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;but when it happens all the time, it seriously gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you man. can't you get a mind of your own and stop imitating me?!&lt;br /&gt;they say imitation is the highest form of flattery, and that i have no comments about it.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the fucking lowest form of respect.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it seems like the person don't even have a character of his own.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost like parroting already.&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second batch went for their IAP for almost a week already.&lt;br /&gt;sadded. i'll prolly need another game or two to last me through the holiday if i really were to rot further more.&lt;br /&gt;i've been addicted to the radio recently.&lt;br /&gt;been using the 5.1 home theatre system in my room to listen to the FM radio. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;damn lame. but guess it's alright, seeing that i've no use for the HTS other than to create some noise when watching tv and to play my games. so i'll use it to listen to some songs when i'm not doing any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i should like LG or not.&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned about getting KS20 months ago, but i postponed the decision to get due to lack of moolah and it came out with Secret and KF700. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i was having a hard time deciding between KF700 and KS20 mainly due to WiFi.&lt;br /&gt;if KF700 had WiFi, then nuffed said. but sad to say, no. =(&lt;br /&gt;AND, LG just had to announce KC910.&lt;br /&gt;Viewty's successor, but with WiFi and 8MP camera! hoho. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;shall get that. but i don't really like the look of the phone though. =(&lt;br /&gt;love-hate relationship. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money. donate please? you'll have my eternal gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-9222983058907520206?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9222983058907520206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=9222983058907520206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/9222983058907520206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/9222983058907520206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sore.html' title='sore.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5129078579394847502</id><published>2008-08-24T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:33:35.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supersian.</title><content type='html'>attachment's done and over with, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;presentation done and over with, which is also good.&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siaaann. based on the not-so-recent happenings, it's difficult to organise a chalet even when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;but forget it, i guess. chalets are getting a little boring too, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back in nan hua, i think. then my bball coach was telling me to join this tournament.&lt;br /&gt;then i had in mind who to find as my partner(s) for the tournament, but he told me to join my senior's team instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward and i found myself walking to class and i remembered that i left my bag in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;so i chionged down the stairs by taking the first few steps of the stairs then jumping down the rest of the steps for each flight of stairs. yeewei [cousin] and earnest [lower sec classmate] were chasing after me for some reason or the other. seems to be because of the tournament. both were also from bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, chionged down to the canteen and i saw the canteen was still the one from the old campus.&lt;br /&gt;with wooden benches and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up after reaching the canteen. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird thing was i looked at the clock when i woke up, it was 12.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch the olympics bball matches today, which start at 12.30pm and 2.30pm, which was good.&lt;br /&gt;but i was still too sleepy, so i decided to just watch the finals at 2.30 instead. and i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up again, scared of oversleeping, and i saw the time was 11.40+am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite wtf. but i just woke up la. later end up 10+am if i went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;the clock i saw was an analog one, so likely that i saw the time wrongly when i first woke up, but even if it's analog, abit not easy not to differentiate 11+am from 12+pm sehh. but forget it. should really be see wrongly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after today's dream i realised that i've been doing the jumping down stairs quite often. i don't even remember if it's from my dreams or in reality. -.- i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say other than that actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5129078579394847502?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5129078579394847502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5129078579394847502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5129078579394847502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5129078579394847502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/supersian.html' title='supersian.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4878994437270278971</id><published>2008-08-06T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:41:43.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighh.</title><content type='html'>can't get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted to sleep at about 0015, but ended up tossing and turning about.&lt;br /&gt;i've been having a difficult time falling asleep lately.&lt;br /&gt;seems like i'll just think about all sorts of stuffs when i close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder, perhaps. but at the rate it's going, it's making my body grow tired-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've had 4.. no, 5 friends saying the almost exact words, "why does shit always happen to me?" or somewhat along those lines. apparently shit's been pretty busy, splitting itself to at least 5 copies. =//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know whether to be amused or pissed when i see people acting like that. or maybe i'm just used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i won't pity nor sympathise with them because i know that's not what they are looking for. but no, they aren't going to get my empathy if that's what they are looking for either. it's just not right when i see so many people around me acting as if they are the most pitiful soul on earth, or they are full of angst, lashing out at the unfairness that's been dealt to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnily enough, i don't ever remember anyone promising me that all in life is going to be fair though. but fair enough, at least life is equally unfair to each and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emphatise with them long enough and i slowly realise that they are just .. self centered, in a way. that they think that the world revolves around them. the world prolly has few million axises, i think. of course, i'm not going to say something cliched/stupid as to ask them to compare themselves with those african kids, disaster victims, etc etc.. that's boring, and to be painfully honest, who really cares when you don't see their sufferings with your own eyes. but hey, let's bring it closer to home grounds, and use your own two eyes and look around you. just try to find someone you personally know who is actually happy and satisfied with what he/she has, and had not ever felt any tinge of unhappiness in his/her life at all before? some might actually say that their unhappiness are nothing as compared to yours, but guess what, yours is also nothing compared to some other poor fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit doesn't always happen to a single person. it happens to each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;better to spend some time working your way out of the filth rather than to waste time burying yourself even deeper by constantly whining and complaining. no one can help apart from yourselves. if you want help, ask for them explicitly, and not beat around the bush waiting for your friends to be able to read your minds suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world, you're born as an individual and you'll die as one. even your closest kin isn't obliged to help you out if he/she chooses not to. but hell, i'm sick and tired of repeating the same words over and over again, and i seriously doubt any one of the 5 who manages to come across this will ever take this huge wall of text in, but hey, it's been a long while since i've typed so much in my blog, so i don't really give a damn either. just don't let me hear/see you complaining if you don't wish to hear blunt words coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about stating my family situation for a rough comparison, but i guess not. it's childish, and my situation isn't really something to be proud of. just be aware that i envy people who have normal healthy siblings in their family, to share their woes and happiness, or to contribute problems to. even that can be fun too, when you reflect back once you're older. but i'm not lucky enough to experience that ever in my life, so fxck it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, time seems to fly huh. after many blinks of the eyes, the end of attachment is finally approaching. no more segar lrt &gt;&gt; cck mrt &gt;&gt; je mrt &gt;&gt; tanah merah mrt &gt;&gt; expo station &gt;&gt; walk to ibm. the hell of a journey. now i'm wondering who are the lucky/unlucky shits who kena IBM next batch. they will only be choosing two, but i'm still trying to find out which two. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but quite likely that they wouldn't be able to be as slack as us. hehe.. good learning experience i guess.&lt;br /&gt;ibm isn't really that accessible, so i guess it makes the journey there more worthwhile than going there just to surf net. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing school already.. can't wait for next sem to start. :D&lt;br /&gt;though admittedly, it isn't entirely because of me missing school, but that's another matter altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've wasted 40++ minutes on this entry. going to be tired again in the morning. zz.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully jason can get us off on thursday. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did say i will post the photo of my new acquired .. stuffs, but i'm quite reluctant because it's in a mess due to the wirings, but heck, here goes. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the setup above isn't really updated since i haven't gotten my ps3, so there's only the wii.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know the brown thingy, i don't even know whether to call it a table or what, is damn pathetic, but that will change soon..&lt;br /&gt;need to drop by IMM and spend some money again on a decent display surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so there, the PS3. a white one since my wii is also white, though the black one is cooler looking. but ah well, for aesthetics' sake.&lt;br /&gt;the two games costed me 100 over bucks, so i'm stuck with them for a while now. and god, i'm addicted to metal gear solid 4. it's going to be the best game of all times. well, one of them, at least. as for GTA IV, the gameplay is essentially the same, so i'm still not that hooked onto it yet.. but still, it's still a hell of a game. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aiyah, the games are going to leech me dry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nuffed said. off to bed. baibai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4878994437270278971?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4878994437270278971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4878994437270278971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4878994437270278971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4878994437270278971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/sighh.html' title='sighh.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/th_IMG_0301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-6941668863690297241</id><published>2008-07-31T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:54:29.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>zz. i haven't been getting any good night's sleep recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i can vividly remember, but most likely that i've been waking up at intervals from the dreams that i've been having. only one out of those many random dreams were nice, or at least it felt good when i woke up. the rest of them weren't exactly nightmares, but they were just random and messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, thankfully there's only one week left to go, travelling to and fro to changi and back. keke.&lt;br /&gt;admittedly, i'm considering on joining ibm as my perm job when i'm done with all my studies. it pays good, and the working environment isn't too stressful. but i guess there's no way to find out until i really take up a permanent position here. the travelling turns me off though. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would prolly turn everyone else off too. =/ arhh. wait till then then say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly broke. left with $14 bucks in my account with a debt to pay off to citibank. :'(&lt;br /&gt;i think i've spent near a thousand bucks on my gaming consoles alone. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;wait. i think far more than that. =///&lt;br /&gt;to think that i was considering about getting my phone with the coming month's pay. but guess i've to postpone that idea indefinitely first. :(&lt;br /&gt;need to pay at least 25 bucks by 4/8. LOL. but i owe a total of $170+ from last month's expenses. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, nuffed said. i'm hungry like fug now. :(&lt;br /&gt;skipping lunch for the day. keke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6941668863690297241?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6941668863690297241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6941668863690297241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6941668863690297241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6941668863690297241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1637429906593774736</id><published>2008-07-27T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:26:06.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kyaa.</title><content type='html'>10 days since i've blogged. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally gotten my final report done and over with, and my weekly reports up to date. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 weeks till freedom. i can't wait for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but got to start on working on the final presentation soon too. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. 11th aug. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty monotonous lately. i don't really have anything to blog about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. did i mention that my ps3 is here? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. i'll post up photos when i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenqi or yingwei!! send me the photos from sijia's birthday please. :D&lt;br /&gt;through email.. thanks thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1637429906593774736?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1637429906593774736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1637429906593774736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1637429906593774736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1637429906593774736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/kyaa.html' title='kyaa.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4237327639313943302</id><published>2008-07-17T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:23:11.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bore bored boring boredom</title><content type='html'>okay. it's been quite a while since i blogged. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to complete the first draft of the final report by next week. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i've already completed 40 pages for the interim. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more bloody weeks to freedom~~ out of hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks lo, they finally gave us our pay for this month, cos they mistook us as nyp students who left after the third month. and they also reimbursed us for the decrease in pay last month.. siao.. really cannot survive on 400+ sia. gonna be broke next month also.. gonna buy ps3 with my pay. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else, basically.&lt;br /&gt;just dying to escape from the hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;i like the working environment actually, but i hate that it's in changi. -.-&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time move house to the east then i can afford to work here.. or else no shit man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. nothing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4237327639313943302?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4237327639313943302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4237327639313943302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4237327639313943302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4237327639313943302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/07/bore-bored-boring-boredom.html' title='bore bored boring boredom'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4090444749263547672</id><published>2008-07-07T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:35:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got out of bed at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the morning rain clouds up my window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i can't see at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if i could, it'd all be grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but your picture on my wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it reminds me that it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not so bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you - dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly thought of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just can't imagine myself to be hurt so bad that i'll lose appetite, sleep and be content with just staying at home all the time. or simply put, to be hurt so bad that i totally become a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm only talking about the typical scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people love to keep things to themselves, even when others who are concerned about them ask. whereas some other people love to tell things about themselves, even when others are not interested to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just no way to achieve the perfect balance huh. if only people were alot more straightforward, no one will have to keep guessing and end up hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhh forget it. i'm losing my train of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been getting sufficient sleep lately, and i'll have a headache every morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seem to be so tired of the things that go on around me..&lt;br /&gt;be it my own problems, or others'.&lt;br /&gt;i simply can't wait for these five weeks to be done and over with, so i can catch a breather.&lt;br /&gt;if this is how the working society is going to be like for me, stepping into it for real one day later, is one happier day for me. i step into the office looking forward to step out of it. i go to the office on monday looking forward to leave the office on a friday. school is 100x better than this. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh. come to think of it, maybe NS isn't that bad of a thing..&lt;br /&gt;i'll just abandon my brains and go inside and do whatever the sgt tells me to do.&lt;br /&gt;i might be physically exhuasted, but it beats being mentally exhuasted, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, counting down, it's 24 more working days to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;long live freedom~!&lt;br /&gt;yippee~&lt;br /&gt;yippee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4090444749263547672?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4090444749263547672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4090444749263547672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4090444749263547672'/><link rel='self' 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think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah. but still have to llst come office la. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hoho. i'll make my escape soon. =/&lt;br /&gt;about 4+, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaa. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7008963283822902990?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7008963283822902990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7008963283822902990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7008963283822902990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7008963283822902990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/lonely.html' title='lonely~'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-6037012404497925012</id><published>2008-06-24T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:12:38.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.logitech.com/repository/335/jpg/2406.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.logitech.com/repository/335/jpg/2406.1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next item on my wishlist. tadadada~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to that, i've to shelve my plan for a new phone indefinitely le. =(&lt;br /&gt;either LG KS20 or KE700. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deciding on whether to get the PS3 next month or the above set of speakers, then followed by the other item the following month, which will signify the end of the bloody attachment!! hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i still owe two week's worth of the weekly reports. damn lazy to get started. =/&lt;br /&gt;would've long gotten it done if i had anything worthy to write, but nahh. what's there to write about rotting in front of the laptop, surfing forums all day long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy that i wanna die. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i guess i still haven't gotten my mind sorted out yet. i'm simply being lured both sides from the possibilities which may or may not even exist in the first place. i know that even if i eventually decide, i'll be unable to let go of the other side completely. and they say being spoilt for choice is a good thing. in the end, i can only take things one step at a time and see how things go on from there. /wrist arhhhhh~ i hate this. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, hopefully my package arrives soon. then i will at least have my mind off matters for a while. and i'm okay. not upset or anything, just a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X and Y hits Wake with Confusion!&lt;br /&gt;Wake is confused.&lt;br /&gt;Wake inflicts 999 damage to himself in his confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Wake faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. okay lame. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6037012404497925012?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6037012404497925012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6037012404497925012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6037012404497925012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6037012404497925012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-item-on-my-wishlist.html' title=''/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3712009355778226085</id><published>2008-06-23T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:09:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burp.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since we met up, cos me and nor got too lazy to ask people out, and apparently no one else did. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies huh. so fast and it's another person's birthday has come and passed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in a love-hate relationship with time.&lt;br /&gt;i love it when the time flies during work, and having the remaining 7 weeks gone in no time, but i hate it when i am aware of the fact that 7 weeks gone is 7 weeks nearer to graduation. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaa. but yeah, yesterday was fun. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenqi~~!! LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. typing in notepad now cos i don't really want to have the blogger word splattered on top seen by other kaypo people ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freaking sian. 7 weeks, excluding the weekends, will be 35 days. now there's 34 days to go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 JULY, FINAL REPORT FIRST DRAFT!!!! REMEMBER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. fxcking sian. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been in a dilemma over some issue for the past few days, and i think i've gotten it sort out le ba. but then, i'm not entirely sure if my decision will prevail. sigh. in some way or another, i'm still quite undecided. arh heck. i guess i'll deal with it when it comes, though i feel like an asshole for being this undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrh. i've been having an urge to go out for a couple of drinks though.&lt;br /&gt;but pretty stupid to drink alone. so.. =/ LOL. arh well, think the urge will wear itself out soon if i don't entertain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaanyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BLOODY HELL. NEXT TIME ROUND I'LL PAY PLAY-ASIA MORE TO GET COURIER SERVICES FOR MY ORDERS!! i ordered my items on june 16, and it's not here yet!! =(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one wiimote, one nunchuk, one hdmi cable, one component cable.&lt;br /&gt;totals up to approx 100 over sgd. forgot the exact amount already. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i've a polo tee which is supposed to be customised, but it hasn't even started printing yet. and also two tees which i don't know are ever coming from japan or not. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3712009355778226085?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3712009355778226085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3712009355778226085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3712009355778226085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3712009355778226085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/burp.html' title='burp.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-102325979285423065</id><published>2008-06-18T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:42:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god knows + maybe i can't good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0018367802604148498 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gusJlbWn8_w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0018367802604148498 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gusJlbWn8_w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0018367802604148498 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gusJlbWn8_w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0018367802604148498 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gusJlbWn8_w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gusJlbWn8_w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gusJlbWn8_w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I run with a parched heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry, I couldn't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You won't even let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Share our pain together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live on without tarnish&lt;br /&gt;I turn my back and head out without looking back&lt;br /&gt;on the lonely rail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how agonizing it is; even within the darkness of the world&lt;br /&gt;You will certainly shine&lt;br /&gt;I'll overcome the limit of the future&lt;br /&gt;My weakness will not shatter my spirit&lt;br /&gt;my way overlaps with yours&lt;br /&gt;For the two of us, God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This affection that warms when it reaches me&lt;br /&gt;Melts reality and wanders&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a reason for wanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Just my overflowing feelings, Lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll paint a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;And chase after you&lt;br /&gt;for your lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, it's not like you to lie&lt;br /&gt;Look at my eyes and let's talk about our future&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared&lt;br /&gt;Even if the future is dark&lt;br /&gt;I'll become stronger and I might be able to change my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Though I want my wish to come true&lt;br /&gt;Everything is God knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here, I am here&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else has disappeared&lt;br /&gt;While we paint the beauty of this fleeting dream&lt;br /&gt;We trace out the lines of our scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how agonizing it is; even within the darkness of the world&lt;br /&gt;You will certainly shine&lt;br /&gt;I'll overcome the limit of the future&lt;br /&gt;My weakness will not shatter my spirit&lt;br /&gt;my way overlaps with yours&lt;br /&gt;For the two of us, God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0018367802604148498 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5SOrp9F5hg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 12px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0018367802604148498 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5SOrp9F5hg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5SOrp9F5hg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5SOrp9F5hg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What are you gonna do about this mad situation?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I can't control all hit back at me together.&lt;br /&gt;The hopeless truth, is the reality that can't be hidden.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just be watching with the trace of a smile anyway, No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* No matter how much I cry, you won't come, crying won't change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't escape, I don't wanna escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like a love addiction, Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know...&lt;br /&gt;I know I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Unknown Unknown...&lt;br /&gt;I call, meet you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made to A. even for things I'm not even conscious of.&lt;br /&gt;What I can't say anything, I'm shouted at for being "irresponsible".&lt;br /&gt;You say you're angry for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;When I can't understand you act like I'm a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Should I really forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if this is all I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to lose this fortunate time.&lt;br /&gt;How much will you be involved in my life?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you know you know...&lt;br /&gt;That I will never betray.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Unknown Unknown...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can't good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* (Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know...&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Unknown Unknown...&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know...&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Unknown Unknown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-102325979285423065?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/102325979285423065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=102325979285423065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/102325979285423065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/102325979285423065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-knows.html' title='god knows + maybe i can&apos;t good bye'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-4741283079891200078</id><published>2008-06-18T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:12:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hitsuzen. =/</title><content type='html'>my tv's here, nicely mounted on the wall. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/IMG_0298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the photo isn't too big this time round. keke.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't trying to be artistic when i took the photo from this angle.&lt;br /&gt;just that i was topless at the point of time, and the screen is quite reflective, so er. yeah, you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;topless cos it's hot okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the cables danging out from the back.. =/ leaves much to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;need to do some cable management when all my equipment are gathered. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;namely the home theatre system [freebie] and ps3 that i'm planning to get after attachment. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have plugged in my wii to the lcd already, but haven't tested it out since my wiimote [controller] is spoilt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;cos i left the batteries inside for about 2+months or so without using it at all.&lt;br /&gt;no time due to attachment. -.- bloody hell. then the batteries leaked, and kind of shorted the wiimote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i damn suay during attachment sia.&lt;br /&gt;kena car accident, shitty laptop, backstabbed, wiimote spoil, etc etc. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;but can say that i'm lucky enough to still be in one piece la, esp after the accident. =x *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with nor and will just now at manhattan fish market @ central.&lt;br /&gt;then met eulisia there, omg. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;she still the same sia. LOL. but wah lao, she think i what, cannot recognise her meh.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eul: kanwei! kanwei!!&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks up from food and spots her*&lt;br /&gt;eul: remember me not? i'm eulisia!&lt;br /&gt;me: *slightly stunned* i know..&lt;br /&gt;eul: huh? you got see me meh? why never call me?&lt;br /&gt;me: .. i mean, i just saw you ma.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;eul: orhh.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was with her boyfriend i think. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little history with her during sec three. LOL! but gradually drifted and didn't keep in touch after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;but was really stunned to see her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to have this meeting now out of all times, it makes me wonder about things. =x&lt;br /&gt;cos er, for the past two days, i've been quite distracted from my usual routine due to some affair that just happened.&lt;br /&gt;kns lo. this morning, for example.&lt;br /&gt;i left the house without my access pass to office, then i saw a cab passing by so i flagged it down.&lt;br /&gt;alighted, and the cab was about to move on and i suddenly remembered.&lt;br /&gt;damn heng, or else i'd have made a wasted trip.&lt;br /&gt;got the driver to wait for me and i went up to retrieve the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got others la.. taking a cab that doesn't accept nets when i don't have cash with me, and also shampooing my hair when i didn't intend to [cos it was late at night and i wanted to take a quick shower then go to bed]. so had to wait until my hair dries before i could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say it's a major matter, but somehow or rather, i'm affected by it. partly because of the guilt from the remarks that i shouldn't have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever regret anything i've done, is what i always say. but there was once which i really regretted, was also probably something that i've said that caused a misunderstanding between me and my good friends at that time. but at that point of time, my words were misinterpreted, and the misunderstanding was resolved after i apologised and clarified. now i guess this recent one is the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress. now if i were only to meet qihui, then i think i'll believe in the existence of god. =/////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaa. managed to drag time until 1am, cos i wanna download firefox3, but prolly the server cannot tahan the load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spreadfirefox.com/firefox3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mozilla people are trying to create a world record for firefox3, by making it the most downloaded software within a day. so from June 18 1AM GMT+8 [local time] till June 19 12.59AM, please download firefox3~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke. okay la. just for fun. but i like the features of firefox 3, based on the RC versions that i'm using right now. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the servers cannot tahan the traffic, so i guess i'll download and install it when i get home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitsuzen = 必然 [inevitability]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are no such things as coincidences, but the inevitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yuuko, xxxholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-4741283079891200078?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4741283079891200078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=4741283079891200078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4741283079891200078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/4741283079891200078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hitsuzen.html' title='hitsuzen. =/'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d160/wakein/Photos/th_IMG_0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048387912288698508.post-5583128952737295300</id><published>2008-06-13T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:01:00.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODILY SIAN!</title><content type='html'>i'm gradually being reminded of my experience in uob now. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god there's the internet. or else i don't know what am i going to do for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also thankfully that i'm going to go onsite with ranjini on monday. keke. so i can temporarily escape that hellhole for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fucking suay sia, seriously. this one whole week damn cannot make it. kena complain here and there. bth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyanya. i think vincent [who's in charge of us] don't like me. LOLLL. cos obviously i'm the slackest among all four. =x but fuck care. 7 more weeks. god. i'm worrying about my final report already. 10+ pages, i don't know how to add on sia. =/ can die, can die, can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, speaking of which, i bought my lcd tv already at the PC show last night. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;quite ex but no point saying the price. samsung 32"~ &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;will be arriving on monday. so hopefully i can go onsite in the morning and be done and go home and supervise those people doing the installation. else, well. i'll let my mum handle it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i dragged my decision to get the LG KS20 for too long already. now there's a KF700 out.&lt;br /&gt;:( :( dilemma again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kns.  i don't know whether working in ibm as an intern is good or bad. the slacking is good, but the utter boredom can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;now they seem to begin to track what we interns are doing. and good job there, because they don't give us any work, and expect us not to surf non-work related sites. kua kua kua~&lt;br /&gt;dumbasses seriously. if there isn't any work to begin with, basically any site we visit are not related to work, ain't it?  &lt;br /&gt;and i don't even wanna mention about the bloody laptop anymore. i'm going to heck care the burning adapter and let it explode and hopefully someone gets injured in the process and have the matter all blown up [pun unintended]. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm just joking. but a little fireworks within the office would be nice.   =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadadadada. once again, i declare that i don't have patience with stupid fucks/si ginnas.&lt;br /&gt;one example i encountered few days ago. my ipod was running low on batt so i was playing with my psp on my way home instead.&lt;br /&gt;then i was sitting at the front of the lrt [where kids like to climb up and stare at the tracks and go 'woww~ rollercoaster~~' yeah.] there was a kid, prolly 5-6years old who was sitting there with his mum on the normal seats on my diagonally right.&lt;br /&gt;so then, kids being kids, he got curious about me gaming, so he STOOD UP on the seat, and was practically leaning on me to look at my psp.&lt;br /&gt;good job. obviously i couldn't do anything but to pretend that i didn't notice and continued with my game. i don't mind people peering at what i'm playing.. okay fine, that's a lie. i do mind. but at least pretend that you're not, instead of trying to put your face to my bloody screen? lean on me somemore.&lt;br /&gt;kns. but seeing that it's just a kid, nvm. i tolerate. then the mum snapped at him, 'liang! sit down! ah liang!' for a few times before he finally went back to his fantasy rollercoaster.  then i thought it was finally safe, and it reached their stop. the mum asked the kid to get down and left the train without the kid. -.- then the kid, climbed down, picked up his sandals which were lying at the bottom of the seat, slammed the soles against the windows [like what people do to knock out all those dirt from the grooves of the sole of the shoes], to the shock of everyone who saw. and there was one poor lady sitting there with dirt/dust/god knows whatever raining down on her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, if i were the kid's parent right, he's never ever going to see daylight for the rest of his life again. so damn siasuay la please. if my kids ever become a nuisance in public, they are going to get it from me. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, regarding stupid fucks. some people really can't use their brains to think for nuts. whatever they see, they will just say. if a guy's friendly with a girl, then it means that the guy's after her. if somehow the guy just nice, seems sian and bored without the girl around, they say it's because she's not around. thanks arh. i wonder whatever happened to platonic relationships.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidity knows no boundaries indeed.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: lawl! lawl! lawl! sorry for saying that i'm not gonna mention about the bloody laptop anymore cos i get the feeling that i'll be mentioning alot for the rest of the 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST CRASHED. GOOD JOB WINDOWS. I LOVE YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could live 5 times over.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd be born in 5 different cities,&lt;br /&gt;i'd have 5 different jobs.&lt;br /&gt;and then for those 5 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd fall in love with the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5583128952737295300?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5583128952737295300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5583128952737295300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5583128952737295300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5583128952737295300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/bloodily-sian.html' title='BLOODILY SIAN!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8655415411922559614</id><published>2008-06-10T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:32:44.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA DAII~~!!</title><content type='html'>i realise that i'll only blog recently when i don't have enough sleep. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was.. horrendous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mcspicy for lunch, which i know will kill my stomach and it did. &lt;br /&gt;was out with jason after work at raffles city and i went to stink up the toilet there. LOL! then ate abit and waited until after 8 to siam the 35% and walked out of CBD area to siam the 3 bucks in order to flag a cab home. had a shower and slept, at 11pm ba. then i woke up at 1+am omg. -.- stomach felt uncomfortable. tried to ignore it but i can't fall asleep again. so i went to the toilet and camped. =/ nothing happened. washed up abit and went to bed again, and tossed and turned about until 5+am and i dozed off a little bit to wake up at 6am. omg. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a few mouthfuls of sake cos somehow the alcohol makes my stomach feel better. and yes, i have sake at home. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday!! fucked up i swear. some guy who complained about jason using his acer laptop in the office last friday emailed our supervisor about it and at the same time, kpkbed about me and jasmine surfing the web excessively. -.- kns. if he emailed us or told us off directly, he sure kena shoot till no tomorrow by me. and that's exactly what i dislike about it. -.- it's like you have a problem with me, instead of coming to me and talk about it, you choose to go to my supervisor to provide a 'positive feedback'? my ass man. could have slapped him. zz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but forget it. not important. exactly two months left. we're already 2/3 of the way there to freedom! hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not very sure why i just couldn't sleep, but partly was that there were alot of things running through my head. things that i should've said and done, things i should do and say, and things that i hope won't ever happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some sort of bad feeling ba, but i guess there's no point speaking of it now. but sincerely speaking, the whole bunch of us have seen too many splitting up of ways, and hopefully that doesn't ever happen again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something smells burnt near my workspace and it's coming from my laptop adapter. LOL. hong gan. and my email client is spoilt and is unable to connect to the server. so i can't read office mails either. t30. :) i'm lovin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8655415411922559614?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8655415411922559614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8655415411922559614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8655415411922559614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8655415411922559614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-daii.html' title='I WANNA DAII~~!!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8651777971826639694</id><published>2008-06-05T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:57:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gawd.</title><content type='html'>sorry that i didn't blog two days ago when i said i'd. =x&lt;br /&gt;mainly cos i only reached the office just before lunch, and it's already 2-3pm by the time i really got started on using the com that i didn't have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC Show is on from next thurs till sunday. i've to get the HDTV from there! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.productwiki.com/upload/images/samsung_ln32a450p.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. samsung. hopefully it's as good as what the reviews say. else.. =/ too bad i guess. i'm not sure of the exact price yet, but it should be within the range of 1 to 1.5k. =/ so chor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wanna get. i ordered a few tees, total will be around 90 bucks i think. but i've no idea when am i going to receive the tees, so guess i've to wait and see. =x and i'm considering about getting a couple of fred perry polos. even though i've too many polos. lawl. heck. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to get, so little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. i didn't sleep a wink last night cos i wanted to be on time for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least once in a week, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah. what else, what else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing i guess. time to sleep. i'm fvcking wiped out. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8651777971826639694?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8651777971826639694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8651777971826639694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8651777971826639694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8651777971826639694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/gawd.html' title='gawd.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-6558054940955222926</id><published>2008-06-02T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:24:54.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ego</title><content type='html'>okay okay. i'm blogging now. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't had much of a reason to blog for this whole week sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and add that to the fact that i was lazy. =xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm. the past few days.. boring at work, but fun after work. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't manage to have everything proceed according to plan on thurs, but i guess it was okay ba. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm hm. i'm quite broke, so will my bloody pay come in soon please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but speaking of which, i haven't check my account balance for the past few days, so it might already be in. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i think a guy's ego is seriously damn irritating. honestly, i think the size of ego is directly proportionate to a guy's age. zz. the older a guy is, the less willing he is to back down and get himself proved wrong. so much so that whenever i know that i'm right without a doubt, i'll just back down to prevent an argument or even to embarrass him. admittedly, i'm conscious that i also have an ego, but for god's sake i hope it doesn't get that inflated ever. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nya nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't been able to sleep well for the past couple of nights. no idea why seh. =/ keep turning and tossing around in bed until 3+am before dozing off and wake up feeling as if i haven't slept a wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tadah, i'm having a migraine now. fug fug fug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to sleep. will blog another entry in office tml. keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like how the empty vessels make the most noise, i wonder if the smallest of actions mean the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6558054940955222926?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6558054940955222926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6558054940955222926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6558054940955222926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6558054940955222926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/06/ego.html' title='ego'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5508330354197821645</id><published>2008-05-23T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:21:39.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shittylaptops</title><content type='html'>IBM Thinkpad T30s are the worse laptops on earth man. =/ okay nvm. quite exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm surfing the net using the keys alone, because i don't have an usb mouse with me, the touchpad is disabled somehow or rather, and there's no way to enable it back on, AND the tiny red dot IBM is proud of, is spoilt and doesn't respond no matter how hard i try to bua it. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay. received a call this morning from the helpdesk for me to return the loan machine i am using right now, while my original shitty thinkpad is being serviced [the lcd screen and the motherboard]. so i went just now, and tried to return it. and they asked if i have received the original laptop back, so i said no, and it was really no. then they said the records say that it's with the user [meaning, me] now, so it should be with me. but really no la. wth. then they panic, ask around, throw arrows at each other. but luckily got one of them quite familiar with my case. imagine la, within 3 months i visited the place for.. 4 times, at least. hoho. so yeah, conclusion, they extended my loan, so i'm stuck with this mouseless laptop while they wait for the parts to arrive, they say [when in fact they are trying to locate the original laptop]. =/ hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaha. it's 2.22. i will go off after i'm done with this entry. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure if being observant is a good thing. more or less i am able to understand people abit better than average, but by being that, the tiny little flaws in people around me will seem more and more obvious each day, seeing that i am aware of their presence. and as time goes by, those flaws are the only things i see in everyone and i'll be blinded to their redeeming points. but familiarity breeds contempt. the more familiar you are with a friend, and the longer the time you spend with him/her, the more likely that you two will stop being friends. the closer you are with a person, usually, the more obvious his/her habits are to you. at first you might be able to ignore it, and brush it off as a one time thing, if it's something that don't agree with you. but how long can you ignore and brush it aside if his/her habits/actions persist? but which will you choose? to talk to him/her about it, or to try to keep a distance away from him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witnessed countless of times of friends no longer being friends, when self-proclaimed brothers/buddies/sisters no longer talk to each other even when passing by each other. it's a pity, but it's just the way life is. if there's something as once a friend, forever a friend, then i think i'll have up to near hundred 'buddies' or friends. let's skip the kindergarten phase as i can barely remember anything from then. primary school, let's say i've .. hm. 20? then secondary school, the majority of the sec four batch, basketball club, dance [not that i was inside, but i was quite .. affiliated to the people there.], npcc [same as dance], the teachers, a handful of sec three juniors.. hm. i can't really count everyone, but at least also got 80 to 100 of them already. then come to poly, the three camps that i've been to, along with classmates.. =/ 200?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it man. abit cynical, but that's why i find it funny when i see people around me placing friends above themselves all the time. of course, when you give, the correct mindset is not to expect anything back. that's fine, cos it's the proper mindset, duh. but how long can you do that? forever? to give and not expect anything back? even if i can find one who is able to do that, i can safely bet i can't find one who can reciprocate him/her and do the same for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i went out of point. -.- anyway, my point is that even though it's common for friends to fall out, it's still a pity to see that keep happening over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, if you were to feel and see that everyone seems to be distancing themselves from you, try to reflect on your actions first. even, and just even if someone were to spread rumors about you, or maybe just voicing his/her own doubts about you loud, there's no smoke without fire. and honestly speaking, even if i usually were to stand one side and observe, it's sometimes difficult for me to remain neutral when my observations coincide with other people's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.55. LOL. i typed for half an hour or so seh. omg. sighs. nothing to rant about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. kns. i think i waited for a cab for an hour just now sia. super fucked. then the assholes keep jumping queue.. cos normally stand by the roadside and flag one ma. then assholes keep going a distance ahead of me to get the cabs, or they'll just cheat and call for cab. =/ but okay la. since i wasn't that urgent to reach the office so i didn't want to waste the extra 2.50 to call. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.58. i shall go off. byebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5508330354197821645?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5508330354197821645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5508330354197821645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5508330354197821645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5508330354197821645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/shittylaptops.html' title='shittylaptops'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3575455223565518834</id><published>2008-05-23T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:40:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diamond crevasse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEYKHCH8-vM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEYKHCH8-vM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told God that I had fallen in love, &lt;div&gt;I never thought we would part like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If I couldn’t ever touch you again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I’d want you to embrace me again for the last time at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s long long good-bye…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye so many times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me it was for the best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waving goodbye is kindess, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want now is strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I met you, my star started to shine, and I was born &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had your love, I’d have myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for a hopeless miracle, what will become of me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The twinkle of planets stained with tears is gone…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won’t forget your warmth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your kindness, and your hands that surrounded everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s long long good-bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye, goodbye, beloved one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were with me, I would’ve been able to walk here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn’t alone, right? Now, I want the answer&lt;br /&gt;Catch the comets that seem to be burning and light the fire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to love, I want to be loved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By a chilled body, what will become of the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bravado that I've kept up is dissolving; long for…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the matter? My tears overflow and they can’t stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I met you, my star started to shine, and I was born &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had your love, I’d have myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for a hopeless miracle, what will become of me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The twinkle of planets stained with tears is gone…&lt;br /&gt;If I am reborn and we can come across each other again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely you’ll find me then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t ever let go of me again, hold on to me tight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to whisper that I’m not alone on this planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[disclaimer: i copied it from some site and i think the translation's pretty inaccurate, but i can't say i can do a better job than this, so i shan't bother.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet another japanese song, which is nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to rant abit, but since it's this late, i shall leave it till another day. keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3575455223565518834?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3575455223565518834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3575455223565518834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3575455223565518834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3575455223565518834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/diamond-crevasse.html' title='diamond crevasse'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-6702624080315701649</id><published>2008-05-21T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:58:18.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsukareta~!!</title><content type='html'>つかれた　（疲れた)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwah, i'm so tired/sleepy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have had that mocha last night at starbucks sia. thought that the caffeine wouldn't get to me, but it did. =/ went to sleep at 4am this morning, and i tossed and turned until 5+ at least before i finally dozed off. and i had my alarm set at 6.30. lawlawlawl. obviously i slept past it, and woke up at 9am instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm having a hard time keeping myself awake just sitting at the office desk. and listening to some guy telling/teaching another guy on what he should do. =/ ooo~ a third guy joined in. si kaypo. LOL. okay la, actually i'm the kaypo one, eavesdropping on people's conversations. =x but they aren't exactly talking softly either. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg man, we're getting more and more slack over at ibm sia. not good. went for lunch with jasmine just now. we went all the way from the office to the expo station, stood there and looked at the mrt route to decide where to have our lunch for.. 10 minutes i think. then finally decided to go bedok, by train, when there was a company shuttle bus waiting outside the office when we left. LOL. damn dumb. i think we left at 12 ba, promptly. then we had kfc, and sat there talk cock, and reached the office at 3.30+. LOL. and i only reported for work at 1130+ or so, i can't remember. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully no one spies on the interns, or the other interns don't bk (baotou/bunknife) me. LOL. or i seriously will fail the IAP seh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaha. somehow or rather, i was talking about ghosts and stuffs with jasmine ba. then i realised that i haven't been experiencing them lately. =( at most i'll feel a chill at certain time/place, but other than that, nothing more. sian. LOL. okay la, not that i'm desperate to encounter any, but just that i find it weird that nothing is happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN. more or less we self declare that our official time to knock off is 5pm le. LOL. an hour already. it's 4.41!! 20 minutes more. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nowhere to go ley, sian. :(  but also about to be end of the month soon, better not anyhow spend sia. how much money do i have left in my acc? i think at most 300+. zz. kena taxed 2 bucks per month sia, cos my account has less than 500 bucks. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.44! keke. anyway, if anyone of you read the news today, better be careful of making racist comments in your blog hor. keke. some retard scolded a malay guy he don't even know personally, and shoot all sort of nonsense, and he followed up by saying that it's his blog, he has the right to say WHATEVER he wants. LOL. i laughed at that sentence the most, among the whole entry. and some guy posted the link in a forum few days ago, but i only came across it last night. and apparently someone there reported the blog to the police. LOL. today's The New Paper came out with headlines: 'Police arrest S'pore blogger over alleged racist comments in posting - He ranted about stranger on MRT train.' LOL. i don't usually read/watch singapore news because there're hardly any news that are published by singapore media that's worth reading, but the headlines attracted me sia. seriously dumbass. i can write whatever i want, RIIIGHT.. =x and abit bo liao la, but if you were to read some singapore news articles, the one that hit today's headlines, for example, you'll see the phrase, 'local netizens blah blah blah', or 'blah blah blah among local netizens', they are just referring to the people who frequents this forum --&gt; &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/forumdisplay.php?f=16"&gt;http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/forumdisplay.php?f=16&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, did i mention that i began to count the LV classic monogram bags i see each day? LOL. okay la. actually i never purposely go count, just that i'll remember how many i've seen prior to seeing another one. i only went to count on purpose once, when i saw one coming from my left, two coming from my right, etc. LOL. i hit 12 on that day and night alone. gawdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! 2 minutes to 5. poof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6702624080315701649?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6702624080315701649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6702624080315701649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6702624080315701649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6702624080315701649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/tsukareta.html' title='tsukareta~!!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3937216776807412144</id><published>2008-05-16T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:22:12.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>i realise norvin's very lousy at deciphering my emotions from my entries. keke. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i slept until damn song last night la. went home straight after work, didn't bathe or anything. changed out of my office wear, then slept all the way from 6+, 7 till this morning 3+, 4am sia. fwah. wanted to sleep more, but i realised my ipod and hp needed charging, so i got up and plugged in the cables and stuffs, but cannot get to sleep le. =/ cos already stood up and did a little physical work [okay la, also not say physical work, but just some movement la hor], then become energetic already. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time now: 3.33pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, quite a few things have been happening lately sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the myanmar cyclone, followed by the china earthquake, followed by yesterday's LKY's wife being hospitalised. quite surprisingly, i hear alot of people commenting about china's earthquake and the hospitalisation of LKY's wife in a happy mood, or rather, xing zai le huo. first they talk about what only few thousands/few hundred thousands died, only less than 1% of the people there, whatever. then they prefer to have the whole country sink la, etc etc. o.0.. then the hospitalisation, i shan't say more, in case i end up visiting the ISD, but yeah, the general consensus is more than obvious la. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. i shan't talk about all the karma la, retribution la, morals la, all those. that much is cliched already. but it's really fucked up to see singaporeans saying all those feng liang hua, when the victims haven't done anything personal to you or anyone related to you [maybe]. you can don't like them or don't feel sympathetic, whatsoever. but at least have a shred of decency to not curse people la. come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. nuffed said. cos i lost my trail of thoughts. LOL. but the point is not to do what you don't want others to do to you. that's basically it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl. a few days ago arh, or last week, i can't really remember. someone said that i'm really self-centered. which i agreed. LOL. i would be lying if i said i don't find myself self-centered. been through abit much plus witnessed many unfortunate examples that i don't see any point in putting others or specifically someone before self anymore. once in a while, or maybe depending on situations, putting others before self is alright, i do that. but putting others before self all the time is just plain dumb. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, lazy to type so much cock, so i'll just end it off with a question ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say someone you treasure is about to die peacefully of old age, and likewise, the person treasures you a lot too. and you have a choice of switching place with him/her, to die in his/her place so he/she can live maybe as long more as you originally had, or would you not switch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke. no need to reply in my tagboard or whatever, just think it through, and screw the morals shit or whatever. but rather, what you personally feel, whether it's worth it to exchange your lifespan with your treasured person or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3937216776807412144?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3937216776807412144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3937216776807412144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3937216776807412144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3937216776807412144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-2399210009963521103</id><published>2008-05-15T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:17:56.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boom.</title><content type='html'>i used to pride myself on my patience, in waiting for people or being a listening ear to someone, but somehow or rather, i just can't seem to have any patience in dealing with stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. i don't even know where to start, so i shan't bother beginning, else i can't stop. stupidity knows no boundaries, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg la, i'm sleepy like fuck. i should have slept, even if i were to turn up late for work.. for the numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was i going to talk about.. hm. yeah, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it really turns me off when people try too hard. be it trying too hard to prove a point, or to try too hard to show concern for someone else. because too much is just simply too much. and the word 'too' is often put to use to show something negative, even if it's used in conjunction with something positive. too nice, too rich, too confident, etc. there's nothing wrong with being nice, being rich and being confident. anyone would want to be that, but when you go overboard, that's when people start to resent you for it. putting intentions aside, whether your intentions are pure or not, even the firmest of friendships would be strained by your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing too much concern for someone you have barely known and have not even met before, makes people question your intentions. it could be just pure concern, but that doesn't matter. perceptions are everything in society. you are, not who you really are, but who others see you are. you can be an anti-social person deep inside, but you know the basic courtesy, of greeting everyone you see with a smile, people around you will perceive you as a friendly person. who gives a damn about who you really are, other than people who really bothers, or are able to read beyond the facade. basically, it's simply 'what you see is what you get'. if you meet someone for the first time, what's the first impression of him is simply the impression that he chooses to give you. be it, that he might not be acting, or pretending, but how similar can your first impression of him be, to his real self? hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me digress. i also noticed that sometimes time doesn't really help people in understanding others. more or less, people will keep up a facade in order to protect themselves. pretending that they're okay, and cheerful when they're hurting deep inside. pretending to be crappy and happy-go-lucky when they are actually more matured than they seem to be. but maybe the people around them just don't seem to put in the effort to get to know the friends who have been by their side for so long more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke. forget it. i will just end it here. wait till i'm less sleepy then i'll rant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-2399210009963521103?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2399210009963521103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=2399210009963521103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2399210009963521103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/2399210009963521103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/boom.html' title='boom.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-273066425717095740</id><published>2008-05-13T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:53:43.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lawlawl.</title><content type='html'>it's kind of funny at times to see people being more worked up than the people involved whenever something happens. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admittedly, life's never uneventful for me, or at least for the people around me, ever since the start of attachment. but wow, though it's only been moments since it's finally peaceful, something just had to happen again. keke. for better or for worse, it depends on how the guy involved is going to decide. but essentially, it has nothing to do with anyone else among us, as it's his own personal affair. WHICH brings me to another point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe by some stroke of luck, this guy knows the other person involved in the affair and he is some sort of a confidante for the other person, but it's still comical to see him more worked up and fed up about it than the people involved. =/ and also, it's best not to jump to conclusions and come up with all sorts of funny remarks about a friend when you only have been hearing things from one side. outsiders should remain standing outside, and not get involved with other people's personal affairs. you can give advice, you can be a confidante, but sorry, being worked up and pestering the guy to make a decision just doesn't make things work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's never easy to find out the fact that the past is not as easy to let go as you initially thought. perhaps you thought that you've moved on, and perhaps, you've already did. but when the past comes back to haunt you, how many of you can disregard it or even to treat the past as simply the past and move forward? and how many of you would pause and hesitate? but of course, time is not that forgiving for you to just hesitate on and on. some day or later, you will still have to make a choice. there's no right or wrong answers. think with your brains, if you don't have brains, then think with your heart. and if you don't have a heart either, then fuck you to hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you can simply say the past is the past, that you'll never return to square one no matter what, then congratulations, you've made up your mind, kindly move on. if you were to hesitate, that simply means there's something endearing to you from the past that you can't simply let go off, despite everything that has happened in the present. and perhaps, that's when you ought to start thinking that maybe the past might turn out to be your future. there's more than a single answer to every question, so don't fucking push your ideals onto another person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on an entirely unrelated note, i seriously feel like slapping each and every si ginna because they are just plain pains in the ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-273066425717095740?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/273066425717095740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=273066425717095740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/273066425717095740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/273066425717095740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lawlawl.html' title='lawlawl.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-5703188678258903752</id><published>2008-05-11T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:07:17.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interim!</title><content type='html'>fwah, kns. finally completed my interim report. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took me one day longer than expected though. keke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but okay la, it's quite easy, now that i've completed it. LOL. really got a lot of things to write sia. i managed 49 pages. =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i realised that i'm two weeks behind in my weekly report sia. kns. forgotten all about it after shuxian's chalet. LOL. best part is i don't remember what i've done in that week. hong gan la. /wrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but arh well, i'll worry about that at a later date. hmhmhmhm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i really wonder if life's really that bad, to be constantly upset or unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also, what's that appealing about brooding over past events? and ironically, the past events people brood over about are usually unhappy events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, shouldn't you be remembering the good times from the past, rather than to remember the bad ones? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes it's just plain difficult to make sense of what people do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nvm. now not in the mood to rant anyway. cos i'm feeling damn rubbish. LOL. as in, i'll just talk rubbish, that kind of mood. =/&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: nor thinks that i was feeling unhappy or something, so i shall clarify, that i'm not unhappy.  -.- rawrhrhr.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-5703188678258903752?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5703188678258903752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=5703188678258903752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5703188678258903752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/5703188678258903752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/interim.html' title='interim!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-9077862766566206042</id><published>2008-05-07T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:17:02.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;fwah, may really damn chor sia. =xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfully my pay's coming in already, else i'd only have less than 200 bucks to live on. =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hokay. recent update at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently jd blocked jasmine on msn for the whole week after she told him to back off. then monday right, he unblocked her, and apologised for blocking, say he wasn't in a good mood, whatsoever. =/ and jasmine didn't reply, but just blocked and deleted him. LOLLL. then jd smsed her sia, but she didn't reply the sms either. omg. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously la. i can't blame him if he's to like jasmine despite her having a boyfriend already. but at least don't come up with funny approaches la. kns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, enough of that. i was typing the above part before lunch, and now i'm continuing at .. 2.13am?! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bloody ibm thinkpad t30 fucking buang man. it crashed and hanged for 5-6 times at least, and i restarted don't know how many times sia. gave up, and just come straight home lo. that piece of shit laptop. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dozed off at 7+pm and woke up at 1am for dinner. LOL. good job man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm. celebrated both shuxian's and nor's birthdays recently. haha.. both events are fun in their own ways la. omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kind of like the feeling when i'm out with them, trying to pick out a present for a friend. can be quite fun in some ways. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. nothing much to say, actually. keke. sorry for not blogging lately. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-9077862766566206042?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9077862766566206042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=9077862766566206042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/9077862766566206042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/9077862766566206042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/nya.html' title='NYA.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-1637172361821603345</id><published>2008-05-01T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:57:02.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyaa</title><content type='html'>recent updates:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in office: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jasmine told jiade to back off. which is so fricking funny la, omg. LOLLL. then jiade become damn quiet for the whole duration of the day, and began to stick to jason. hohoho. best part is, jason got irritated by it, cos jiade is like chunwei, who doesn't seem to be able to walk straight. -.- keeps walking into him. LOLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched harold and kumar 2. hahaha. so effing funny please. should go watch! M18 though, expect nudity. =/ which i was only expecting top nudity, but didn't expect a bottomless party. i still don't really get the grape soda joke though, despite the many interpretations i've heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and btw, this poem which kumar said at the end, was actually written by a real person outside of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure that I will always be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lonely number like root three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The three is all that's good and right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beneath the vicious square root sign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish instead I were a nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with just some quick arithmetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When hark! What is this I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another square root of a three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As quietly co-waltzing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together now we multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rejoicing as an integer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the wave of magic wands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our square root signs become unglued,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your love for me has been renewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was on site yesterday afternoon. godly man, the indian delivery guy. remember watching the initial d movie, where the tires screeches whenever the cars drift? good, cos i felt as if i was acting in the movie itself yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;job: to unmount 2 Catalyst 6500 switches, wait for the mover to transport them to some other company, and transport few equipment back from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody fug. the Cat  6 switches are damn heavy please. heavier than me. i'd prolly complain alot about it, but i think i still can carry my own weight, 60kg. but i can't even lift one of the switch la. kns kns. i think really over 100+kg. then luckily i only helped to move a little. then okay, we unmounted, then we waited for the indian guy for.. almost an hour for him to arrive. then blah blah, bullshit here and there, then we got moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for better or for worse, there wasn't any decent space left in the back of his van, so in order to sit inside, we needed to sit in some awkward position or whatever, then my height.. hoho. cmi la. so i ended up sitting at the front. hee. and the weather in the afternoon.. haha. needless to say la, sit in front is better. that was what i thought, until the driver began driving. =/ if there hasn't been anyone who has drifted using a van before, that indian driver might be the first one to do it. the tires are screeching like mad, making me wonder if they would drop out any moment. then he can smoke, call, check sms, check all the delivery papers WHILE DRIVING. omg. then i've to tell him, EH RED LIGHT!!! but too late, he chionged past the red light anyway. then he weaved in and out of the lanes without signalling as well. but heck, if kena buang from the back, at least i won't kena this time round. =xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay okay. then went to that other company. omfgholyshit. i counted, one.. two, three.. chineses. the rest, INDIANS. ARRAHARHHRAHRHRAH. can die. nvm. just chop chop get things done. then we dropped off the Cat 6, only to find out that we need to transport bloody Cat 7 and Cat 8 switches~~ /wrist /wrist. they're like the elder brothers of the 100+kg Cat 6 la. fug. but once again, luckily it isn't me carrying the stuffs. hohoho. so yeah, chop chop, drift here and there on SG roads, reach the office and dropped off the giants and off work lo. keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, good job. nor and will went home first. ly go sj's place. yw went home after school. so i jitao nua. initially going zouk ma, so i thought go tiong first lo, maybe nearer or what. then i messaged hanbin to come down and find me for dinner, since he stays near. but coincidentally, they were already there. they, meaning hanbin, jinyuan, dehui, weiteng, jithin. LOL. so bloody qiao. then yeah, talk cock for a while, then more people joined us. earnest bumped into us as well. LOLLL. he's still the same man. hahaha. then also got weiming,hongsheng, weixiang. =/ then norvin came, so i went off with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite funny. cos the girls going cine to eat ma. then i didn't know. weili smsed, asking to meet him at cityhall, so i assumed they were eating at cityhall instead. msged will to meet at cityhall, then he dulan or something, say it's tiong or cityhall? haha. but just then i found out that it's at cine. LOL. so i replied. 'LOL. cine.' hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ended up going to arena.. drank what..? er. vodka redbull, bourbon coke and one shot of barcardi 151. =/ 151 fricking burns man. =/ 75.5% omg. but okay ley, i was expecting myself to get drunk from it or what, but end up didn't. only got a little bit high, which lasted for .. 5 minutes maybe. LOL. cos i felt a little lightheaded like quite sometime after drinking that, and ta-ing the bourbon coke, but it wore off after a while. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keke. that's all then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-1637172361821603345?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1637172361821603345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=1637172361821603345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1637172361821603345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/1637172361821603345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/nyaa.html' title='nyaa'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-3233202482658615908</id><published>2008-05-01T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:12:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>i'm quite pissed. i don't even know how to begin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever i do, i'd only do that because i want to do it, not because people ask me to, or simply because i am obliged to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arhh fuck. fuck it.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-3233202482658615908?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3233202482658615908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=3233202482658615908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3233202482658615908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/3233202482658615908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7317390809287330889</id><published>2008-04-26T06:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:53:33.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns.again.</title><content type='html'>it's like 6.28AM right now. -.- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleeping as soon as i'm done with this entry. highly likely that i won't get to see the sun today. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, there's something that i've been wanting to blog about but haven't, cos i was too lazy to. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THURSDAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew in advance that i'd be stuck alone in the office with jiade, so i found myself an excuse to sleep in late. kekeke. reached office at 10++am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. our only conversation for the whole day.. lemme show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1130 PROMPTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: eh, you eating lunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: oh, nope. you go ahead ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: orh okay. by the way, jasmine not coming today leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: ya, i know. she on site ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: ya. then i go for lunch first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: kaes. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLLLL. THEN THEN THEN, around 5.30++pm lydat, jasmine and jason came back to the office to do some paperwork or something. then we didn't know cos they took the seats all the way at the other end, until jason came over to our area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conversation when jason came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: eh? you come back for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA: got some work to settle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: oh okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: jasmine got come back with you ma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA: ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: come back for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA: oh, she got some paperwork to finish up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: wa, then she go on site just now for what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA: to help louis [project manager] with paperwork lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: got you can le ma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA: louis say to get her along lo, if not she always in the office..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: oh.. then you never help her with the paperwork..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JA: .. i also got things to do one ley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-blah blah blah-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile, i was looking to one side, trying to hide my laughter. LOLLLL. so obvious please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then jason and me went down to the cafe downstairs for a quick bite and came back up.. jiade went home first le. then me and jasmine packed up and went off, since i meeting nor, ly, rh, kl, david at lau pa sat.. then jasmine told me that she knew that jiade likes her for quite sometime le. LOLLL. i was laughing lorh, omg. they say pang guan ze qing. but kns, obvious until she ownself also realised. HAHAHAHAHA. then jasmine also quite scared of jiade liao.. sigh. don't really have anything personal against him la. just that i don't really like his attitude at times, AND, he's abit weird. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't like his attitude.. mainly cos he has a reason for everything little thing he does/say [or what i call, excuse]. initially i spotted his mistakes or whatever before, then i corrected him, he'll go, you think i don't know mehh.. purposely one ma.. -.-. i know some people will say that as a joke, that one i can tell the difference. but his was totally serious one lo. gawdly. and alot of weird weird reasons also can come out la. can't recall any le, since i don't talk to him anymore.  HAHAHAHAHA. after two weeks i think. fwah, my source of entertainment. kekeke. oh oh, recalled something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once jasmine asked him, how come you always go home after work de? never go find friends meh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he'll go, aiyoh, weekend then go out ma.. weekdays work, after that so tired liao, still go out meh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after we went on site, ranjini asked if we had any plans for the weekend, he went, aiyoh, wait for pay to come first ma.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.0. how convenient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay nvm. another topic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went onsite with JIA OMG DE, along with ranjini. he.. damn blur cock la. shan't say stupid. =xxx he supposed to verify the serial numbers of equipment found in the comms room/data center, then write down the location of the equipment on the list [such as: data center, level 4], and he keep writing in the wrong row. -.- eg: 5th item supposed to be in comms room, level 2, he'll write in the 6th row instead. then, when we are supposed to look out for the serial number, he was trying to find the corresponding serial number in the part number column. o.0" i got tired of correcting him [about 3 or 4 times] and i jitao took over what he was doing instead. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. enough of complaints. he's still my source of entertainment after all. kekeke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go sleep lo. morning people. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7317390809287330889?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7317390809287330889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7317390809287330889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7317390809287330889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7317390809287330889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/04/yawnsagain.html' title='yawns.again.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-6376965417523902655</id><published>2008-04-24T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:36:13.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manythanks!</title><content type='html'>haha.. thanks for all the birthday wishes and smses. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norvin&lt;br /&gt;qixin&lt;br /&gt;jialiang&lt;br /&gt;peipei&lt;br /&gt;kailin&lt;br /&gt;joanna&lt;br /&gt;jiaying&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;hongsheng [hiro]&lt;br /&gt;wenqi&lt;br /&gt;liying&lt;br /&gt;shuxian&lt;br /&gt;youwei&lt;br /&gt;william&lt;br /&gt;yingying&lt;br /&gt;jason&lt;br /&gt;augustine&lt;br /&gt;weili&lt;br /&gt;sijia&lt;br /&gt;ronghuang&lt;br /&gt;kinleong&lt;br /&gt;jianxian&lt;br /&gt;adelene&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIAL MENTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WONG YING WEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. in chronological order la.. some i not so sure, but thanks nevertheless. haha. received a few from people that i never expected them to remember. so touched. *sobs* might have missed out a few too. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: MESSAGE DELIVERED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit sia. why has jasmine got to go on site. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LEFT ALONE WITH JIADE, OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total silence man. hahahahaha. i think i'm gonna skip all the lunch breaks that i'd have to spend alone with him. kns. totally cannot talk to him one ley.. not that i really tried la, of course. kekeke. arhh, i'm hungry. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuxian's birthday chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: 3rd May 2008&lt;br /&gt;dress code: black [just entertain the birthday girl la hor.]&lt;br /&gt;helpers are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm helping out la. nor should be also. keke. i'll drag him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah. that's it for now. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-6376965417523902655?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6376965417523902655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=6376965417523902655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6376965417523902655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/6376965417523902655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/04/manythanks.html' title='manythanks!'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-7699713635034108209</id><published>2008-04-22T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:55:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee.</title><content type='html'>okay, guess everything's resolved now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a happy man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, as happy as possible. keke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muahahaha. happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nights. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-7699713635034108209?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7699713635034108209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=7699713635034108209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7699713635034108209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/7699713635034108209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/04/hee.html' title='hee.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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-4048387912288698508.post-8239268759003845842</id><published>2008-04-21T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:18:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mondayblues.</title><content type='html'>having monday blues now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to say, but i don't seem to be able to put it to words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are friends no longer friends?&lt;br /&gt;when they fall out with each other?&lt;br /&gt;when they no longer share anything in common?&lt;br /&gt;when they begin to dislike each other?&lt;br /&gt;or when one starts to build up a wall that the other could never seem to breach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if friends are destined to remain as just that, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather lose a love than to lose a friend altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i've to have my heart bleed to see you happy, then i'll gladly bleed myself dry just to see your smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: here's something which made my monday blues a deeper shade of blue, and to make you all starting having them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S APRIL 21ST ALREADY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERIM REPORT FIRST DRAFT IS FUCKING DUE ON MAY 12, HOLY FUCK. THAT'S LIKE .. ONE, TWO.. THREE.. WEEKS?! GG-ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT YET AGAIN: will told me something just now. hm. guess it's better to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11:20] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: lol ya noe i noticed somthings&lt;br /&gt;[11:20] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: form pics from year 1 till now&lt;br /&gt;[11:21] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: u like slowly becoming emo sia&lt;br /&gt;[11:21] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: from smile smile become serious serious become fierce fierce&lt;br /&gt;[11:22] wake; .: lol.&lt;br /&gt;[11:22] wake; .: you gay.&lt;br /&gt;[11:22] wake; .: keke.&lt;br /&gt;[11:23] wake; .: maybe ba.&lt;br /&gt;[11:23] wake; .: haven't really go notice.&lt;br /&gt;[11:35] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[11:35] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: if i dun gay who care bout u sia&lt;br /&gt;[11:35] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: JKJK&lt;br /&gt;[11:35] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: no lah juz notice loh&lt;br /&gt;[11:35] wake; .: loll.&lt;br /&gt;[11:36] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: the pics last time like wah sibei siao on type face now is like -_-&lt;br /&gt;[11:36] wake; .: keke.. i also don't know sia.&lt;br /&gt;[11:36] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: LOL muz gay wif u till u siao on again liao muhahaha&lt;br /&gt;[11:36] wake; .: no thanks.. =xx&lt;br /&gt;[11:37] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;[11:37] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: of coz&lt;br /&gt;[11:37] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: of coz&lt;br /&gt;[11:37] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: i ish no gay... i jis juz sibei gay nia&lt;br /&gt;[11:37] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: jkjk&lt;br /&gt;[11:37] wake; .: LOL. i know you sibei gay.&lt;br /&gt;[11:38] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: where got sia&lt;br /&gt;[11:39] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: i is stright de&lt;br /&gt;[11:39] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: i love gals...err&lt;br /&gt;[11:39] wake; .: lol.&lt;br /&gt;[11:39] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: i shall consider guys but not at the moment LOL&lt;br /&gt;[11:39] William--Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned: unless i insane&lt;br /&gt;[11:40] wake; .: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will's considering guys!! eligible ones, please register over here at the counter for an interview~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's not the point. again, this is something that i've heard recently that i haven't really thought about it, but makes lots of sense once i do. maybe it's the specs huh. LOL. that i don't really look happy even if i were to smile in recent photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i've no idea why, to be honest. sometimes i've the feeling that i'm right there, along with everyone, but i don't really belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. siao on hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048387912288698508-8239268759003845842?l=wakeystakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8239268759003845842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048387912288698508&amp;postID=8239268759003845842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8239268759003845842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048387912288698508/posts/default/8239268759003845842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakeystakes.blogspot.com/2008/04/mondayblues.html' title='mondayblues.'/><author><name>wake;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07712300186790780516</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>
