<?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-14798560</id><updated>2011-07-29T10:38:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the title of my memoir</title><subtitle type='html'>reminisce or rant; you'll decide.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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to poke abit,&lt;br /&gt;it had to be a rant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure its just a sudden infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;but the shitty thing is, the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 man stranded on the boat with nothing but only bait and fishing rods.&lt;br /&gt;someone else on the same boat saw the same friggin fish&lt;br /&gt;well it's pretty obvious the better one gets the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH JEEEEBUS :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-671277042323107488?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/671277042323107488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=671277042323107488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of it already, 3.&lt;br /&gt;driven it too fast, and so had to step on it and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-6787942722560250050?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6787942722560250050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6787942722560250050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6787942722560250050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6787942722560250050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-14798560.post-3925784334079511230</id><published>2009-06-18T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:16:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to climb up the stratoshpere, but gets kicked down</title><content type='html'>no more breath inside,&lt;div&gt;essence left my heart, damn right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw Hailey's comet, she waved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even the man in the moon disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-3925784334079511230?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3925784334079511230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-7380748839379281494</id><published>2009-06-18T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:42:18.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid in the cloudy Game of Love</title><content type='html'>to hear of Anything and Everything from sources&lt;div&gt;is just so common&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to interpret Anything and Everything from sources&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is too, so common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it really what it is from pessimistic thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just plain Paranoia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm self-diagnosed with one hella effin problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to play the Game well, but how can one play well being pessimistic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being Paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-6795326251986705140</id><published>2009-06-17T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:43:34.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crestfallen, once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Some search, never finding a way.&lt;br /&gt;Before long, they waste away.&lt;br /&gt;I found you, something told me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways.&lt;br /&gt;And how I miss someone to hold,&lt;br /&gt;when hope begins to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;e&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/14798560-6795326251986705140?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6795326251986705140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6795326251986705140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6795326251986705140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6795326251986705140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/06/crestfallen-once-again.html' title='crestfallen, once again'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-8878771228706720527</id><published>2009-06-14T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:46:21.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something as common as a Cold in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;to come and think about it, she's prolly the first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she brought out a side of me I didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I ain't the first, I still hope It won't be the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't run fast, that's why I'm taking it slow and hopefully steady, to see how things would grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've got under another spell, keeping me from seeing the real things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying so hard not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, sometimes just the thought of it just keeps me so alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-8878771228706720527?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8878771228706720527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8878771228706720527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8878771228706720527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8878771228706720527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-as-common-as-cold-in-la.html' title='something as common as a Cold in LA'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-3650735091787190231</id><published>2009-05-17T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:35:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice to meet you, really ((:</title><content type='html'>she's what I call, so fine.&lt;br /&gt;the sugar with a lil touch of spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe? may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-3650735091787190231?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3650735091787190231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=3650735091787190231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3650735091787190231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3650735091787190231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/05/nice-to-meet-you-really.html' title='nice to meet you, really ((:'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-7924642224430573954</id><published>2009-05-13T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:47:21.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'd always look up to the skies for answers</title><content type='html'>all was right before me to see&lt;br /&gt;to see them all take another new step in their lives&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I'm still there&lt;br /&gt;yet to finish what I've started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose there to blame, no one.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, there's someone. myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-7924642224430573954?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7924642224430573954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=7924642224430573954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/7924642224430573954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/7924642224430573954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/05/wed-always-look-up-to-skies-for-answers.html' title='we&apos;d always look up to the skies for answers'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-7819635352590036423</id><published>2009-04-13T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:16:30.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my prettiest friend</title><content type='html'>This is what I look like today&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying not to pull out my hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to show it 'cause I'm far too shy to grow it back there&lt;br /&gt;That's prolly why I'm wearing a cap&lt;br /&gt;There's no denying I'm deferring the facts&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding confrontation lacks tact in a situation&lt;br /&gt;Behind every line is a lesson yet to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you asked me&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing this for my prettiest friend&lt;br /&gt;but while trying not to prove that I care&lt;br /&gt;i was trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away&lt;br /&gt;she can't see she's making me crazy now&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe she knows she's amazing how&lt;br /&gt;She's got me holding my breathe so I'd never guess&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a none such unsuitable, suited for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling is complimentary&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; and so on&lt;br /&gt;but the way that it unfolds is yet to be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should be brave&lt;br /&gt;Even pretty can be seen by the blind&lt;br /&gt;I know that I cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;Until the day we finally learn how to find each other Redefining open minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling is overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;And it's golden, it goes to show then&lt;br /&gt;The ending of this song should be left alone And so on&lt;br /&gt;cos the way it unfolds is yet to be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;even &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt; without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-7819635352590036423?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-4921295913746629414</id><published>2009-01-01T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:37:01.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyo9, new year same shit.</title><content type='html'>im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; your boytoy, letting u pull around and getting anything and everything off.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna flash me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; light, fucking do so. don't pretend to flash a lil of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; light to me here and then. Thats when accidents occur when u flash the wrong lights and u know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im lowering myself just to get into your good books and I swear im all sincere. BUT i dont wanna waste my fucking time on someone who doesnt even give a damn shit and i dont wanna waste any of your fucking time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well apologies, cos it really pisses me off when you're trying to act all missy over it. deal with it im Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Excuse the obscene, ignore the untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Depictions we see, try and get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And many mistakes cant hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm not the last but I sure ain't the first&lt;/span&gt;&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/14798560-4921295913746629414?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4921295913746629414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=4921295913746629414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4921295913746629414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4921295913746629414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/01/twentyo9-new-year-same-shit.html' title='twentyo9, new year same shit.'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-6206612329932595342</id><published>2008-12-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:40:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yours Faithfully</title><content type='html'>Some search, never finding a way&lt;br /&gt;Before long, they waste away&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, something told me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;And how I miss someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;when hope begins to fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-6206612329932595342?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6206612329932595342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6206612329932595342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6206612329932595342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6206612329932595342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/yours-faithfully.html' title='yours Faithfully'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-1837280649633381795</id><published>2008-11-05T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:13:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not asking much from you.</title><content type='html'>Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;br /&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;br /&gt;We all need the person who can be true to you&lt;br /&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;br /&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-310649935623360977</id><published>2008-08-16T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:16:21.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're impossible to find.</title><content type='html'>the best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;could it be that we have been this way before?&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't think that i am trying&lt;br /&gt;i know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hold your breath because&lt;br /&gt;tonight will be the night that&lt;br /&gt;i will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;i won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;i swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;you're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i intended&lt;br /&gt;i always swore to you i'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;you always thought that i was stronger&lt;br /&gt;i may have failed,&lt;br /&gt;but i have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but hold your breath because&lt;br /&gt;tonight will be the night that&lt;br /&gt;i will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;or i won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;i swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so breathe in, so deep&lt;br /&gt;breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;i'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;but hold on to your words&lt;br /&gt;'cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;and remember me tonight when you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because tonight will be the night that i will fall for you, over again&lt;br /&gt;don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;or i won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;i swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;or i won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;i swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;-you're probably taking it as another one of the many times that its happening to you. but pls know that there are serious people. not another one of your toyboys-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-6674013145499049301</id><published>2008-05-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:54:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight we drink to youth&lt;br /&gt;And holding fast to truth&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to lose what I had as a boy&lt;br /&gt;My heart still has a beat&lt;br /&gt;But love is now a feat&lt;br /&gt;As common as a cold day in LA&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is it a spell that I am under&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts…&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it’s a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;Love sings&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart And try me, ‘cause without love I won’t survive&lt;br /&gt;I’m fettered and abused&lt;br /&gt;I stand naked and accused&lt;br /&gt;Should I surface this one man submarine?&lt;br /&gt;I only want the truth&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we drink to youth&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never lose what I had as a boy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is it a spell that I am under&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts…&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it’s a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;Love sings&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause without love I won’t survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-6674013145499049301?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6674013145499049301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6674013145499049301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6674013145499049301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6674013145499049301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-hurts.html' title='love hurts'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-5617296807958385083</id><published>2008-03-02T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:47:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please?</title><content type='html'>I really hope you're not treating me like another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dumb ripoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-5617296807958385083?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5617296807958385083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=5617296807958385083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;serious&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/14798560-4086196896776799699?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4086196896776799699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=4086196896776799699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4086196896776799699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4086196896776799699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-could-i-would.html' title='if I could, I would'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-8077918474061598660</id><published>2008-01-01T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:04:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"hey, its 2008!" ; "oh it is?"</title><content type='html'>Its been 2 yrs already.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has change, that's if you know what Im referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt a really big hoo haa countdown this year though. just pretty much me trying so badly to get high on my poison. ah countdown, which reminds me, I(we) sorta missed it. yes missed. We're all there and we somehow looked over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you remember Heroes? One of us stopped time, or rather, Rewinded time a lil so we could countdown again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And comes the infamous question frm all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What's your New Year Resolution."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syafiq&lt;/span&gt; told me to leave sorrows behind. So I'll try to leave them behind with 2007. Next would be fucking faster ORD. and lastly financial issues; lighten them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-8077918474061598660?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8077918474061598660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8077918474061598660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8077918474061598660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8077918474061598660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-its-2008-oh-it-is.html' title='&quot;hey, its 2008!&quot; ; &quot;oh it is?&quot;'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-6625593434706300365</id><published>2007-12-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:04:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>, juvenile infatuation</title><content type='html'>Im sorry for being a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't help it but be one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(one hell of an excuse huh pohs)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me. If you would ever want to ask for permission to stab me; save it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hand you the /knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;itsucks to be emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-6625593434706300365?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6625593434706300365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6625593434706300365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6625593434706300365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6625593434706300365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/12/juvenile-infatuation.html' title=', juvenile infatuation'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-3076340184721794896</id><published>2007-11-11T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:34:42.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again, ah yet again.</title><content type='html'>//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be like another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ohkk periodfullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-3076340184721794896?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3076340184721794896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=3076340184721794896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3076340184721794896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3076340184721794896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/11/yet-again-ah-yet-again.html' title='yet again, ah yet again.'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-4211712841776121571</id><published>2007-10-23T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:59:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.you got me 10 feet off the ground</title><content type='html'>many wanna give you heaven&lt;br /&gt;many queued to give you the best&lt;br /&gt;many tried their utter best to give you the world&lt;br /&gt;many made you feel like Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Im the One&lt;/span&gt; who thinks that&lt;br /&gt;youre too good for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who was foolish enough to be like the rest&lt;br /&gt;the one who chose to live in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Who thinks that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;youre too good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;for all of it.&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/14798560-4211712841776121571?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4211712841776121571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=4211712841776121571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4211712841776121571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4211712841776121571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/10/many-wanna-give-you-heaven-many-queued.html' title='.you got me 10 feet off the ground'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-2921549681736493416</id><published>2007-10-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:18:35.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks to decide on one.</title><content type='html'>a new pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far Ive only asked my sis for comments on which I should get. Well its all still spending.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well its my decision afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-2921549681736493416?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2921549681736493416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=2921549681736493416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/2921549681736493416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/2921549681736493416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-sucks-to-decide-on-one.html' title='it sucks to decide on one.'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-6780985617510156857</id><published>2007-10-01T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:42:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should I go, or should I stay.</title><content type='html'>I just feel like ranting abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just came to mind that;&lt;br /&gt;why would I even want to give it a try when I know that it wouldn't possibly work out. why would I even bother to fucking try when everything is going to be futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just think too highly of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;never will be good enough for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-6780985617510156857?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6780985617510156857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6780985617510156857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6780985617510156857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6780985617510156857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/10/should-i-go-or-should-i-stay.html' title='should I go, or should I stay.'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-6787001555972394600</id><published>2007-09-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:43:56.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUnUhuGVv5U/RvvFMCSD_GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xLtTND_n-bQ/s1600-h/avenged.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUnUhuGVv5U/RvvFMCSD_GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xLtTND_n-bQ/s320/avenged.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114898612371061858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t'onight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see just fine, with you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;there by my side as it starts to fade&lt;br /&gt;I know this can't be right, stuck in a dream&lt;br /&gt;a nightmare full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;nightmare full of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone with you&lt;br /&gt;in spirit and the words&lt;br /&gt;you wrote to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the ones around me,&lt;br /&gt;I cared for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and most of all I loved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't see myself that way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't forget me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or cry&lt;br /&gt;while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUnUhuGVv5U/RvvEmCSD_EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l5S9H3X4EZI/s1600-h/a7x.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUnUhuGVv5U/RvvEmCSD_EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l5S9H3X4EZI/s320/a7x.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114897959536032834" 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/14798560-6787001555972394600?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6787001555972394600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6787001555972394600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6787001555972394600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6787001555972394600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wont-see-you-tonight-i-can-see-just.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pUnUhuGVv5U/RvvFMCSD_GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xLtTND_n-bQ/s72-c/avenged.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-2512570841167497332</id><published>2007-09-15T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:49:22.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay weekends. not</title><content type='html'>my weekends have been uber boring. real, uber boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of course is near, exams strangling me.&lt;br /&gt;posting out soon, Im really gonna miss you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but think about what you're always thinking about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-2512570841167497332?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2512570841167497332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=2512570841167497332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/2512570841167497332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/2512570841167497332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-weekends-not_15.html' title='yay weekends. not'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-1638578987124066267</id><published>2007-09-01T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:42:17.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whenever im in camp, i'll be yearning to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever im at home, i'll be yearning to go back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatsup with this shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is that i really do not understand what it actually feels like or that im just a plain asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-1638578987124066267?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1638578987124066267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=1638578987124066267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1638578987124066267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1638578987124066267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/09/whenever-im-in-camp-ill-be-yearning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-5607322481989018795</id><published>2007-08-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:48:51.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;girl friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well?&lt;br /&gt;beats me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-5607322481989018795?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5607322481989018795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=5607322481989018795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/5607322481989018795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/5607322481989018795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/08/girlfriends-or-girl-friends-well-beats.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-7712281116180685753</id><published>2007-07-30T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:37:52.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can’t replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I’m stronger I’ve figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’ll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I’ll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you’re my, you’re my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you’ll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-7712281116180685753?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7712281116180685753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=7712281116180685753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/7712281116180685753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/7712281116180685753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-guardian-angel.html' title='your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-1465901461437688350</id><published>2007-07-29T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:45:11.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a glimpse from all the way back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/IMG_5037.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried our best to get our dressing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/IMG_5005.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just saw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/IMG_5038.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for love of  nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/IMG_5181.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one people one nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/FLYPAST.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salute to the nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/Judge_Choice.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the judge's choice for best photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2470002940043817646KLOruO"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumb6.webshots.net/t/63/463/0/2/94/2470002940043817646KLOruO_th.jpg" alt="navy guards" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the navy guards go marching in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2509618250043817646hriAEC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumb6.webshots.net/t/55/455/6/18/25/2509618250043817646hriAEC_th.jpg" alt="salute!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pets.webshots.com/photo/2671730690047373167mFGVML"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/t/60/460/7/30/69/2671730690047373167mFGVML_th.jpg" alt="IMG_7099" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our march pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid38.photobucket.com/albums/e124/jazz-twist/ndp%20preview/17b33b45.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-1465901461437688350?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1465901461437688350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=1465901461437688350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1465901461437688350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1465901461437688350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/07/glimpse-from-all-way-back.html' title='a glimpse from all the way back'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-1170829135747169794</id><published>2007-07-26T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:51:17.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;issit just fucking none of my fucking business or issit just that im being fucking way too fucking busybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-1170829135747169794?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1170829135747169794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=1170829135747169794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1170829135747169794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1170829135747169794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/07/rant.html' title='a rant'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-8467116759765470361</id><published>2007-07-08T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:18:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i do</title><content type='html'>1st up; thanks shu ying, for turning up for the Ndp preview (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;supersweet&lt;/span&gt;. and Happybirthday Wantong :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard some stuff. but because of me &amp; myself, i just can't help but think too much, or the bad side ,or the untrue side ,or just the side about it which would just make me ponder more about it. Seriously i want to know the rational behind it and where i stand. Because i dont want nobody to get hurt. pls, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please don't forget me, or cry while I'm away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14798560-8467116759765470361?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8467116759765470361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8467116759765470361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8467116759765470361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8467116759765470361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-do.html' title='sometimes i do'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-502087940905156340</id><published>2007-07-04T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:27:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the difference between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;rap&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hiphop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is the same as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; somebody &amp; when you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-502087940905156340?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/502087940905156340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=502087940905156340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/502087940905156340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/502087940905156340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/07/difference-between-rap-hiphop-is-same.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-6772291531174683718</id><published>2007-06-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:44:08.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a lil' piece of advice</title><content type='html'>awesome thing happened last sat during the ndp rehearsal. we sorta paraded from suntec to esplanade. yes on the roads. traffic held and everything. it wasnt windy but windy when we marched over. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;something else;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just a lil' piece of advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some people just want to get to know others, no, not just trying to be a friendly person and wants to widen his or her social circle. Or whoever may claim having interest in you or what. Oh pls, some things arent as simple as what you might see; theres much u dont see and know. In short, trust the right people and dont be gullible enough to just smile &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for the sweet nothings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14798560-6772291531174683718?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6772291531174683718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=6772291531174683718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6772291531174683718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/6772291531174683718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-lil-piece-of-advice.html' title='just a lil&apos; piece of advice'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-2411296807023327498</id><published>2007-06-17T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:33:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tender lovingcare</title><content type='html'>tees, polo tees, boxers, mobile phone and so many other things lining up in the shopping list, oh well and of course a lil' of your tender &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July is around the corner. Pay + GST Offset! Let's go shopping peeps. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-2411296807023327498?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2411296807023327498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=2411296807023327498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/2411296807023327498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/2411296807023327498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/06/tender-lovingcare.html' title='tender lovingcare'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-8081384647725965931</id><published>2007-06-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:10:24.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl you look so fine.</title><content type='html'>im back again for some blogshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numerous parades again. im so getting used to all of it. All Hail the ParadeMachines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it seems like recently, i cant help but bother so much about what i actually needn't bother about.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, being concerned would be the more appropiate word to use. But would it always be the same way it ends oh so numerous times. thefuck, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;misunderstanding sucks, misunderstanding what seems like heaven sucks like totally.&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/14798560-8081384647725965931?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8081384647725965931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8081384647725965931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8081384647725965931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8081384647725965931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/06/girl-you-look-so-fine.html' title='girl you look so fine.'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-8696736305077913485</id><published>2007-05-31T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:10:36.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's there to fucking comment about !</title><content type='html'>What's the use of looking forward to something and then it all ends up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuckd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cabbing down to Zouk and then cabbing back home without laying a fucking step into the place just sucks. maybe its really nothing and Im just over reacting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote Steve : "it's all about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utter utter utter __________(seriously I do not know what word i should use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously just not fated&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/14798560-8696736305077913485?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8696736305077913485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8696736305077913485&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8696736305077913485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8696736305077913485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-there-to-fucking-comment-about.html' title='what&apos;s there to fucking comment about !'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-322670755777632172</id><published>2007-05-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:31:40.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I R Teh Nooooob</title><content type='html'>OML now i know how to play &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poker&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;! but still working on it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;-always that stupid feeling-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-322670755777632172?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/322670755777632172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=322670755777632172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/322670755777632172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/322670755777632172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-r-teh-nooooob.html' title='I R Teh Nooooob'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-3902353803382368432</id><published>2007-04-22T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:45:56.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine Shine Milk Tea. Thumbs Up!</title><content type='html'>Returning back to base at fucking 4am is not a joke. Yup thats when we all came back from sailing since Thurs morning and back on Friday. Onbard the biggest ship in the RSN is no small matter. And it was one hell of and experience despite the jam packed schedule for the whole sailing day. The sailing trip marks the end of our Jr. Rating Course(JRC). We're gonna be seperated into our individual vocations. Just gonna wish yall allswell. We're still the Sons of the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt my lesson of not taking naps anymore. I was suppose to meet up with my class mates the same night we cam back from sailing @ O Bar. Meeting time was around 9-10. I decided to take a quick nap at 6pm. Alarm clock set at 8. Well 2 hrs nap is more than enough you can say. Alright wakey wakey, it's Saturday morning 0945am. 1 word; FUCKD. 9 miss calls, flooded sms inbox, flooded MSN. None noticed by me at all, not a single wee bit. The least i could do was fucking apologise. No on to blame except myself. Definitely missed out on alot of fun. Coming week, Ima make up for it. Waitup peeps (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Actually the whole entry hasnt got anything to do with the title. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-3902353803382368432?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3902353803382368432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=3902353803382368432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3902353803382368432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3902353803382368432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/04/mine-shine-milk-tea-thumbs-up.html' title='Mine Shine Milk Tea. Thumbs Up!'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-1103456171532940005</id><published>2007-04-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:48:27.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merlion</title><content type='html'>chillout session over at ame's place yesterday night. Yes, ame actually organised something.&lt;br /&gt;Liangyu, Fiq, Jon, Rick, ChyeT &amp; myself were all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the poolside accompanied by booze and chips. We were kinda noisy until there were complains from the residents. SORAYY. No cards, so wadda, only booze games. Sorta found out about a new booze game called "I have never...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about how the game goes;&lt;br /&gt;It's a turn basis game that can go as long as u want it. When its your turn, you'll say something that you have never done before. So here's the fun part, the rest of the people in the game will drink up if they HAVE done before whatever you've just said.&lt;br /&gt;(This is the perfect game if you want to know all the dirty secrets about your friends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got to know some secrets yea! 1 of my friend has done a blowjob before, Some of my friends havent masturbated before, there are people who haven't watched porn before...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s This game is solely on integrity; no integrity, no fun. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, a game with booze will always end with liars, nonsense, noisy people and definitely puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrick and Amelia were so nice yesterday that they helped the management of the Condo to water the plants, but well, with puke. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thanks Liangyu for that tonnes of postcards, that huge amount means something i know... we'll work on it  definitely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderful night folks. Thanksamill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-1103456171532940005?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1103456171532940005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=1103456171532940005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1103456171532940005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/1103456171532940005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/04/merry-merlion.html' title='Merry Merlion'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-8269177316341416327</id><published>2007-04-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:54:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tug-o-war on 30th march, lost to NDU. but won 2-0 on a best of 3 friendly tug later on. heck; what's the use. anyways, great competitors, 3 cheers and 3 cheers for NDU. &lt;em&gt;hiphiphooray! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with a few folks for shisha not long ago during the evening. been some time yea. the tempatation was there to light the cigarette; but no. YESSA. thanks ame(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back home and kerri showed me some pics from so long last time. looking through it made me realise that we're not only close now; we've always been so close. ima share some snapshots with you lucky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. smiiiille (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/celebration.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.we were playing pickup sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/birthdayy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.lets get loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/blindmice.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.this was when blindmice was so effin fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/four-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.were cousins, always cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/fenfeng.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.hello? operator. anyway; its my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/pongpong.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.she looks just like herself then and now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-8269177316341416327?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8269177316341416327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8269177316341416327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8269177316341416327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8269177316341416327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/04/tug-o-war-on-30th-march-lost-to-ndu.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-8291420650845966891</id><published>2007-03-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:44:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th march, a day to remember; well at least for me</title><content type='html'>today, the Quit Smoking Campaign officially starts for me, oh yes for you too Amelia (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep our promises and go smoke free and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I just saw the quit smoking advertisement on tv, and i nearly puked my chicken foldover on my keyboard -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-8291420650845966891?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8291420650845966891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=8291420650845966891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8291420650845966891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/8291420650845966891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/03/24th-march-day-to-remember-well-at.html' title='24th march, a day to remember; well at least for me'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-9057174488771793707</id><published>2007-03-04T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:22:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has always been the same, since when, since then. Probably it might just always be the same, always be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I call it much time wasted on something futile or just simply misunderstandings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-9057174488771793707?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/9057174488771793707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=9057174488771793707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/9057174488771793707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/9057174488771793707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-has-always-been-same-since-when.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-4510449422735416952</id><published>2007-02-18T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T03:58:05.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok it's time to do a lil update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it's lunar new year already. Seriously, the only thing I've been looking forward to and will always look forward to as long as im able to is the collection of angbaos :D. Gonna be back at camp on oh so soon Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, great news, but maybe wouldn't be such a great news for some. I'll be participating in the NDP'07! In the Navy GOH(Guard-of-Honour) contingent! Woohoo one hell of a dream come true for me at least. Heard from alot of reliable sources that the training for NDP would be super shiong, but what the heck! AI ZAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nights off recently, also our 1st one. Went to Zouk; Mambo Night! Chucks and Yongda and some of my cabin mates were there. Fuck it I couldnt get into phuture. If i could, i would have bumped into Kerri! Talking about "So near yet so far". The night was fun, more to come i promise :D And Jinwen, please come along :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be kinda busy when i get back to camp, JRC is starting and we all gotta move to a new block, and then studying starts. 8-5 in the auditorium, or should i call it the freezer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, wanna get some sleep now man. DEAD BEAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-4510449422735416952?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4510449422735416952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=4510449422735416952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4510449422735416952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4510449422735416952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-its-time-to-do-lil-update.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-4781041266302947234</id><published>2007-02-03T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:48:36.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People say that it really wouldn't matter if you'd have to tell a lie just to see a person's true colour. No doubt about that indeed. Nothing much need to be said, simply just having told a lie to see through someone. So yea, I could actually get to experience this sorta shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else, it seems that since the day the re-coursees joined our cohort, problems just keep flowing in. Be it from the BMT instructors, other instructors from the institute or whatsoever. Looking at their one hell of a &lt;em&gt;yahyah&lt;/em&gt; face just pisses people off. Oh yes, would you even give the least respect to instructors who demand you to NOT to do something and yet they themselves do it? Well I would agree with you. I wouldn't want to spell everything out here so, pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now all about something else. I think I've said this so many times, I haven't been meeting up with my homies for so long! And of course it would naturally bring to them that I've forgotten about them. Hell no peeps. And thanks Garrick, if you didn't remind me, I would have continued to owe you for dont know how long more. Seriously, it slipped my mind .(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be on my way in a while soon. Duty watch tomorrow(Sunday). 2nd duty watch, STILL on a weekend. &lt;em&gt;hoorays! &lt;/em&gt;Well at least i wouldn't need to give a fuck about CNY's duty watch :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-4781041266302947234?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4781041266302947234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=4781041266302947234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4781041266302947234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/4781041266302947234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/02/people-say-that-it-really-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-3089650684812912079</id><published>2007-01-01T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:19:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the 142390571248973th time ima say this again "Happy New Year peoples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so its the new year and people would always want to come up with new resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just roughly make a quicklist for mine:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                .1)Pass IPPT and &lt;strong&gt;hopefully&lt;/strong&gt; get a Silver.(Silver=$100 Gold=$200)&lt;br /&gt;                .2)Cut down &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; of my weight.&lt;br /&gt;                .3)Spend more time with my friends, you know who.&lt;br /&gt;                .4)Spend more time planning for my retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;                   (&lt;em&gt;its hard for this to come by though&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;                .5)Try not to ponder over the same ol' shit stuff since the 1st day of '06.&lt;br /&gt;                 And lastly)&lt;strong&gt;Try&lt;/strong&gt; to quit smoking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and talking about giving a good kick start for the year 2007, for me it would be Duty Watch AKA Guard Duty on the very fucking 1st day of '07. What a great start huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ima go catch some sleep already, gonna book-in in a few hours' time. So long folks. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-3089650684812912079?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3089650684812912079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=3089650684812912079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3089650684812912079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/3089650684812912079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-142390571248973th-time-ima-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-9002885994246308428</id><published>2006-12-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:23:39.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last wednesday was our GP. Didnt want to, but, everyone got emotional and it just spreads. Tears of joy and sadness. What were you expecting? 6months BMT &lt;em&gt;hellooo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my posting on friday. Naval Systems Assistant(Weapon Control Specialist).&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cool huh? Let's just hope that it not the name thats only cool but IT to be also &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;. Fingers crossed. From what i know, most of my platoon mates are either Signallers, Recce, Drivers or Combat Medics. Only 2 of us, including myself got posted to whatever i got posted to. But who cares, at least I wont feel so lonely when i report to the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, i got to apologise to some people. I havent been too free recently to hang out with you guys la. So sorry la my &lt;em&gt;darlings&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway im going to clear my leave soon so yea at least its going to make up abit. Christmas is coming and a New Year is also right around the corner. Just hoping that i wont be staying in and be missing out on all the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-9002885994246308428?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/9002885994246308428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=9002885994246308428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/9002885994246308428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/9002885994246308428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-wednesday-was-our-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-116330381214344218</id><published>2006-11-12T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:56:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;did you miss me; I've left you here alone for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a few tees from lpzone and FleshImp recently. Strangely, it just comes to me that i need something new in my wardrobe. Maybe a belt soon? Nehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit Test was over just a week ago, total shag, total turn off. Outfield 3 days invited by the stupid rain, tell me about it. Men Morale 10/100. Maybe a stripshow would have given us a boost :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 3 odd weeks and we're done, it's gonna be POP, or rather GP(Graduation Parade).&lt;br /&gt;They changed the name cos POP sounds off, where everyone passes out in the parade; you should get what i mean. Come to think about it, all who graduated from BMT always say they miss their recruit days. Gosh i cant imagine cos mine, ours, is like 6 freaking months. Definitely gonna miss everyone and everything we do together. Then a short break later after GP we'll be posted to our new unit. New place New people. My PC(Platoon Commander) was saying that our batch of recruits were the Combat Fit Obese ones. Which means, there will be high possibilities that WE get posted to combat unit. Which also means outfield, outfield and more outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing that has been in my mind for some time. Combat unit shiong, Command School also shiong. Why not go to one which you get paid more for suffering. Where to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-116330381214344218?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/116330381214344218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=116330381214344218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/116330381214344218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/116330381214344218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/11/did-you-miss-me-ive-left-you-here.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-116084421456957267</id><published>2006-10-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:48:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the 24km route march is finally over and we all rocked school upon our return at around 11pm. Completing the route march was really something super fulfilling. Its like completing a pilgrimage or so...It just feel so god damn good; shaggness and satisfaction&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, things start to happen. People start blabbering nasty stuff about nothing and everything. Backstabbers, finally got to see their true colours. They take things for granted and even worse, take their section mates whom they stayed with four the pass 4 months, for granted. But they say that in the army, all we can do is just Look at your thumb, aim, and suck it. Oh well, we shall take this as some experienced gained in life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dwell on the pass less, cheerup and try, to move on. be strong (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-116084421456957267?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/116084421456957267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=116084421456957267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/116084421456957267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/116084421456957267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-24km-route-march-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-116004455126938902</id><published>2006-10-05T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:35:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i got the time to update a lil in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to Pasir Ris interchange. This is what happened. The Bus stopped and a few passengers boarded, so automatically he closed the doors and drove off. What i saw when the bus was moving off was; a boy, THE MOST 6 or 7 years old? He missed the bus and pointed his middle finger at the bus like u know....such a little third finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The Main Events of BMT are like 90% over already except for SIT test and our 24km route march(which is on the coming week). There's this feeling of satisfaction after everything is done. Getting to throw a fucking live grenade is no laughing matter. Trust me guys, you will love it. Well sorry, "the &lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt; don't get it". As for BIC and Trench Digging, although i didn't participate in it cos i had diarrhoea, i could tell that it was one hell of an experience even by just looking. You'll just have to do it to know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;I came across this song recently. As it has always been, beautiful song with beautiful lyrics. Im just taking a shot in the dark but I think its about losing someone and just thinking about what it would be like if you saw them again and how desperate the person would be to keep them forever and not lose them again, the title pretty much sums up the whole song, seize the day and live for now because you could lose the person you love....but thats just what the songs says to me. Simple but powerful song which just gives the chills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-116004455126938902?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/116004455126938902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=116004455126938902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/116004455126938902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/116004455126938902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-i-got-time-to-update-lil-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-115661617941939473</id><published>2006-08-27T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:16:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded Field Camp is finally over. It's only 5 days, which is 2 days lesser than other companies but FUCK! its bad enough. And according to our OC, we are now MAN. Getting sandfly bites, rashes, bruises and whatsoever just to become a MAN; well I guess it's pretty worth it. What i hate most during the Field Camp is that we have to sleep on the fucking rocky ground which fucking makes my back gonna give way, yea yea so im complaining now. The day we went back to company line, all of us worshipped our company line, beloved beds and the holy shower tap. You won't know how it feels until you go through it that is for sure.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just met up with a few of my folks not long ago to "celebrate" my belated 21st. Went a couple rounds of bowling which i totally sucked in and had dinner at Seoul Garden. I would like to take this oppotunity to thank Mr Gwee LiangWu again for the "surprise" cake that he brought. It was totally heart melting even though i didn't show it.tsk. It was the one and only cake that I got for my birthday and yes again, THANKS ALOT!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s if sengkang was far, how about Italy? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-115661617941939473?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/115661617941939473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=115661617941939473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115661617941939473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115661617941939473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreaded-field-camp-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-115597933364288405</id><published>2006-08-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:23:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as expected, my 21st birthday was sort of celebrated in camp with my camp buddies. It all started the moment I returned back to camp after my Driving Test. Oh and before I continue, I shall now say out loud that I'm legal to drive! (:  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was talking about birthday shit. The 1st one was when I opened my cupboard and realised that everything inside was gone. Obviously I stodd there stunned. My section mates actually switched my whole cupboard with another empty cupboard that's in our bunk. They switched it so well, even the 2 charts and 1 magnet that is on the cupboard was changed and well, i just fell for it. 2nd one is when I finally sat down on my bed to take off my boots and realised that my towel was strangely "dirty" with powder. To make it simple, there was another "bedsheet" of powder on my bed and poof there you have; a snowman. 3rd is Salonpas Gel on slippers which didn't have much effect and 4th is double sided tape in my PT shoes which I noticed and removed (: 5th is the wet tissue attack when I went to bathe and on my birthday itself, a birthdya bash EVERY HOUR. Somebody save me please...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nontheless it was one hell of a birthday in camp and hell yea it was memorable. Coming week is Field Camp already. And so they say it is during Field Camp when Boy turns to Man, so I guess for me would be, Man becoming a better man? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-115597933364288405?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/115597933364288405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=115597933364288405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115597933364288405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115597933364288405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-as-expected-my-21st-birthday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-115505771569285024</id><published>2006-08-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:21:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 0102hrs on wednesday morning, which means it's National Day. But wtf i have to book in by 1830hrs whic means.... that i'll be missing the NDP. Coming 15th this month I'll be taking my driving test please Lord O Mighty let me pass. I got a little time to practise my guitar. Yes I got a guitar and I just started learning in camp. I can't even strum properly and change chords properly so you can just imagine how horrigible I am with a guitar; well at least for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it folks. take care and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-115505771569285024?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/115505771569285024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=115505771569285024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115505771569285024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115505771569285024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-already-0102hrs-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-115304052655468506</id><published>2006-07-16T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:02:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll make this a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet up with a few of my homies for Movie(The King and the Clown). I liked the show and yea, I like it. Had supper at the usual; Al Azaar. Don't have much time to update recently and even if I have the time, it would be only the routinal life that i go through 5(6) days a week in Tekong. Just got back this morning and I have to book in again in about and hour or so. Anyway, confinement Isn't that bad at all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an that's about it for now I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Later folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Please wait for me and watch Pirates of the Carribean together? thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-115304052655468506?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/115304052655468506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=115304052655468506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115304052655468506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115304052655468506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-make-this-quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-115176848752566153</id><published>2006-07-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:41:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; can't get back what I've lost. Oh goddamit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-115176848752566153?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/115176848752566153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=115176848752566153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115176848752566153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115176848752566153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-still-cant-get-back-what-ive-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-115056799103877286</id><published>2006-06-18T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:13:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 2 weeks being confined in Tekong was much of a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1stly&lt;/strong&gt; - there's not much excercise done, only brisk &lt;strong&gt;walking&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ndly&lt;/strong&gt; - the schedule is mostly eat and sleep putting aside the numerous lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rdly&lt;/strong&gt; - about the food, there's always chicken, chicken and CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the boredom, many fun stuff happened too. Got to know alot of new friends and my platoon mates are sociable to the core, even more are my bunk mates. Although brisk walking is fucking boring, singing during the walks added alot of fun to the walk. I was platoon IC for the 1st week and because of that and alot of singing, i lost my voice. Ok enough about army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught up with a few of my folks for dinner and watched Silent Hill. Tomorrow is stay home for me and Im going to do what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-115056799103877286?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/115056799103877286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=115056799103877286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115056799103877286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/115056799103877286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-for-awhile-first-2-weeks-being.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114925166212143122</id><published>2006-06-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:34:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please don't forget me, or cry while I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAKE CARE FOLKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114925166212143122?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114925166212143122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114925166212143122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114925166212143122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114925166212143122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-dont-forget-me-or-cry-while-im.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114879589307437002</id><published>2006-05-28T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T14:00:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be time I update a lil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up after a great night's sleep. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Long, Shinin and Ruoting in town. My main purpose meeting Long was to get sukfen's present but change of plans. Too much time taken for the 3 of them settling their applications for overseas university studies. Well I was browsing one of the booklets of one of the Universities there. The minimum fees for the courses there was a hefty AUD18,000 to a fucking AUD35,000. All that are just school fees, not to say adding the living expenses there. But I can actually forget about going into a university overseas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, went to meet up with a few of my homies for an advanced birthday celebration for Garrick. Dinner was good, company was even better. So according to "routine", we headed down to Pool Factor for some games of Pool and had supper at Al Azhar which pretty much ended the day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, somehow, I feel very enthusiastic about enlisting into NS and also equally not enthusiastic about going in. Im so gonna miss my homies. Oh Well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;another perfect day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114879589307437002?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114879589307437002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114879589307437002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114879589307437002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114879589307437002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-should-be-time-i-update-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114759016856004287</id><published>2006-05-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:50:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Syafiq's birthday yesterday. Met up with a few of my folks yesterday at Marina Square for lunch at Carls Jr. One hell of a meal. Has been some time since I last ate it. After the meal, all I could do is stone there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we caught MI:III after lunch. The movie was worth the money spent, well that's my opinion. But I didn't get to watch the first and second part though. Syafiq and Garrick left after the movie and the rest of us couldn't decide on where to go and so went our own ways. Some headed home, some met relatives, well Sug Tee Jon and I went to grab a bite at the hawker beside DXO. I felt kind of guilty cos we couldnt really think of where to go and Amelia looked as if she's pekcek. :/ so yea sorry la Ame, at least there was Famour Amos right HA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i met up with my cousin and went for a little LAN gaming. Went down to the airport to send one of his friend off. Expected, there was those typical drama tear drop stuff. Supper at Popeye at Changi Airport Terminal 1. In case you don't know what Popeye is, it's something like KFC la. Except they have much better mashed potatoes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back not ago from Mothers' Day dinner. My sis and I decided to give my mum a treat so we had dinner at Jurong East where they got very good Curry Fish Head and others. 2 of my Aunts joined us too. And Cherie. And my bro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to be working only 3 days in the upcoming week! Yay and No Yay. Yay for more fun time, No Yay for less money. Oh and I can finally drive again on Thurs and Fri! WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114759016856004287?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114759016856004287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114759016856004287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114759016856004287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114759016856004287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-syafiqs-birthday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114734287078555440</id><published>2006-05-11T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:23:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's off day for me today. Finally, after a few days of full shift, I can take a break. Working full shift consecutively for 3 days really drained the shit out of me. I started working in Paddy Fields Restaurant last Sunday. Also my first time working in a restaurant or whatsoever. I was told to do Pantry, well lucky for ME that I didn't have to do Service.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business at Paddy Fields is quite good I say. Everytime whenever the shift starts, the only time I can catch my breath is just right at the start of the shift when no customer is around. Later, they start to flock in and I will start to go mad. Maybe it's because I don't have experience in these kind of job im doing that's why I can't really do it calmly bla bla. For this period of time there would be only 1 person doing pantry because of lack of staff. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around the restaurant during one of my in between shift breaks. Doing so I came across quite a number of plaques on the walls. Best Food Service Award 2005. Something like it. Can't remember the reamaining few though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to working there. And that's good. Anyways, their Staff Meal is marvelicious! You want some thai foood? I don't speak thai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Im working now and would probably stop complaining that I'm shit bored at home with nothing to do. Full shift tomorrow. woot. Coming Sat is Syafiq's birthday YAY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114734287078555440?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114734287078555440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114734287078555440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114734287078555440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114734287078555440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-off-day-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114694332620021659</id><published>2006-05-07T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:24:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>060506 - a day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Been ages since I've got a chance to hang out with my homies and finally got to do so today. "Celebrated" ame's birthday at Settlers Clark Quay. It was my virgin visit there and yes it was GOOD or rather, AWESOME. Well i say not for the food cos we didn't really had much food there but just some quick bites. We played Pictionary, Truth or Dare Jenga and TABOO. We got some videos featuring a couple of us doing the dares. But sadly im too lazy to upload it. Maybe you can get to see them on Liangyu's blog or else TOO BAAAAD (:  In short, Settlers is a place worth going with your homies and just go mad playing the games there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Dinner was at some ulu restaurant in Chinatown Point called Nine's Cafe. Just simple frozen food prepared by, just deep frying them DOH and making them look presentable. Met up with yongda at wheelock after that and just chilled at starbucks below Devils bar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To sum it up, I really had one hell of a day with all you peeps, &lt;em&gt;dontcha&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Oh well i got work later WOOHOO &lt;em&gt;work work&lt;/em&gt;. Hello bed Bye com. LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Revolution(&lt;em&gt;Verb&lt;/em&gt;): When one person and another fights.&lt;br /&gt;     Eg1. Just now there were two people revolutioning outside MOS.&lt;br /&gt;     Eg2. Teebye you where bueh song, not happy come revolution with me la taoteebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114694332620021659?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114694332620021659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114694332620021659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114694332620021659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114694332620021659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/05/060506-day-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114553409065877603</id><published>2006-04-20T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:56:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out cycling as usual. strangely and sadly, I sprained my back. Yup, just like that. I don't know how but I just sprained it when I was cycling, simply cycling. No I wasn't try to do any stunts or what, well as if I could. Now I cant bend my back too much; partially disabled. What's worse is that I have driving tomorrow. Hopefully it will not get affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow cousins are going to throw a surprise party for cousin Clara. Dress code is white, holyshit. I bet its going to be lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok, till then, bye. Oh yes, Liangyu and Shu ying, take care and get well soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114553409065877603?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114553409065877603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114553409065877603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114553409065877603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114553409065877603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-out-cycling-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114508649774092094</id><published>2006-04-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:34:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was at town yesterday with Liangyu and Syafiq. It was Good Friday, sadly there wasnt any Easter Bunny around :$. Ok so Liangyu and I reached town 1st and we had lunch while waiting for Syafiq. We waited at Spinelli for Syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the both of us walked towards Spinelli, there was some commotion. This mum was scolding his son whom i suppose just punched his younger brother on the chest. The younger brother was crying and touching his chest or something. They're only like the most in Primary School or even younger. Nevermind, you might just say it's ok that kids play around and hit each other. Ok leave it at that. Not long later, they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's this mum, young mum i suppose. From the looks can tell that she's those ai mai ai mai those lady la. I THINK. maybe im wrong. Then he's son, was by his side wandering around while she was yakking over on the phone. I overheard one of the sentences she said which goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh lai leh lai leh, wa very boring leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok back to her son. Dressed nicely like a typical 5 year old with his hair all gelled up like some punk. Nothing special at 1st. It was when 2 caucasions came and sat a table behind them. The boy, out of mischief( I HOPE) simply went over with a cup of water and splashed it on one the of man's Motorolla V3. The caucasion didnt really mind and he just simply smiled at the boy and wiped his phone. But the other caucasion told off the boy in a nice manner that its not right to do that bla bla bla. And guess what the boy did, he simply gave a stupid smile and splashed the remaining water on the other guy's jeans. WTF? It was until now the man alerted the boy's mum who was still happily yakking on the phone. All the mum did was paused from her yakking and just hollered her son's name out. THATS IT. Yes thats it, no apology no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then Syafiq arrived and we were still at spinelli awhile. The boy's still there. Now the boy tried to take Fiq's wallet -_-. And lucky we all noticed. The mum, STILL ON THE PHONE didnt even give a shit about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of all this shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We window shopped in heerens awhile and soon went over to wheelocks.  Liangyu bought 2 pairs or leather shoes for 300+ at Substance. Wasnt such a great expense for 2 pairs la i guess. Syafiq and I realised 1 thing when we were waiting for Liangyu. Liangyu shops like GIRLLLL :D&lt;br /&gt;no offense eh Liangyu :p. Finally was able to get out of wheelock after Liangyu bought his shoes. So we headed over to FarEast cos i wanted to buy a tee. Actually loking for a shop that sells only those rock metals stuff bla bla but of no avail. Liangyu claims that the shop I'm looking for is Eviel. Got into one of the Eviel shop and got myself another Avenged Sevenfold tee :D. Oh and i got a new name from the sales assitant; BrotherJohn! Probably the next thing i want to get is a belt buckle with the A7X logo on it. Hmm we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Bukit Timah and had some rounds of pool. Bumped into Felix, Lionel and SiangJu. And later Faris and his friend. Dinner + Supper = ?.  Maybe Dupper. Had Dupper and Al Azhar and headed back home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/14798560-114508649774092094?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114508649774092094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114508649774092094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114508649774092094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114508649774092094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-at-town-yesterday-with-liangyu-and.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114460467884643693</id><published>2006-04-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:54:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes it's hard to figure out what I should say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly came to me that I should blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i'll just try&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you might not know that im going for army already. supposedly december, but my parents thought that I should just go in as soon as possible. so i wrote in a request for an earlier enlistment. I guess it has been confirmed that I'll be scheduled for the June/July in-take. I'll be going in around June i guess cos im PES BP la. which means PES B Pending, cos im in the obese company and therefore need to go in earlier, like a month earlier, so it's June instead of supposedly July. YAY obese company. Strangely but yes im so looking forward for National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would be asking, "i thought you still have attachment and stuff to complete?" or "i thought you have 1 more year to go?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well stop probing over it and just take the fact that Im going army. yes seriously. It's not some POSTPOST April's Fool joke or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's much that happened between me and my family. I am such a disappointment, I really am. My parents also hope that the 2 years in army will "wake me up". I hope so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, or rather, since the holidays started, I dont have anything to do. I wanted to get a job BUT im going NS soon and i couldnt possibly just work 2 months only. So everyday would be like wake up, brush up and sit on my throne infront of my com. Hopefully i get a date and i can get to just go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since im so free, I started joggin at bukit batok nature park sometimes. so i know my stamina is like shit but whatever, I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it seems that you found something new in your life. Finally you could move on and leave the unhappy past behind. Oh but please dont leave everything behind. there shouldn't be anything to worry about i guess? at least you know it's 2 way traffic, not fucking 1.What's been done has been done. I feel happy for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just call my name, and I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&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/14798560-114460467884643693?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114460467884643693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114460467884643693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114460467884643693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114460467884643693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-its-hard-to-figure-out-what.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114423558936440281</id><published>2006-04-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:13:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOG. blog simi sai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114423558936440281?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114423558936440281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114423558936440281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114423558936440281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114423558936440281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114343228909963907</id><published>2006-03-27T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:04:49.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;oh so it's already monday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Garrick, Liangyu, Jonathan and Sugnesh for pool at pool factor on Saturday. They just came from bbss after donating blood. So the same topic came to me, "pohseng why never go donate blood?" and i gave the same lame reply "later pump out all the fats instead of blood how?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt; Back to pool, we all realised that Sug has a great time whenever he hits many balls with one shot; so it would be pretty lame if he just made a single clear shot. Because of that we all laughed and whatnots. Funtime with the guys at pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to PhunkBar down at Muhammed Sultan Road. Jason and his band, which i guess includes Yk, Saufi, Candice and Wan, were having their first performance at a gig held by PhunkBar itself. Cant't really remember what the event was called but what i remembered was that i saw a banner which goes "When the moose goes loose" or something close to that. It was their virgin live performance and they did it great. Well done guys, and girl. I met some long time no see friends like Lionel  oh Liiiiiionel and Nafiur! Really been a long time since I've seen him, count by years? One person didn't come though. Sebastian! He fucking said he would be coming and yada yada and endedup pangseh-ing the whole shit because of what!? MICH. you jubor. Enough about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone decided to go home already. Garrick, Jon and Fiq cabbed home. Liangyu and I waited for 54 to FarEast Plaza. So we waited pretty long for the bus, long enough to irritate us. Finally the bus came and so yay we boarded. And so we boarded the 54 that goes the wrong direction. Oh so mabad Liangyu, wasted your time. I was also already fucking late cos i was suppose to meet my cousin at FarEast. He waited for a couple of hours. Also super sorry man Long. Anyway he bought an Ipod Video + all the other accesories for only 458 i guess. Lucky man got it from Cine's I21 where he had a friend working there and so got a 10% off. Went Marina bowling after that with Long and his friends. Had supper at some Muslim stall at river valley road. Maggi Goreng! delicious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok whatever.&lt;/span&gt; So i stayed over at his house and came home the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima say this again but, I really want to work somewhere. Yea I know, it doesnt sound convincing at all but I jus want to say this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when history repeats itself; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the bad history&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114343228909963907?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114343228909963907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114343228909963907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114343228909963907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114343228909963907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-so-its-already-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114313629545080476</id><published>2006-03-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:51:35.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty late entry i can say. finally caught up with my peeps for a movie and dinner. sadly liangyu couldnt join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V for vendetta was quite a nice movie, i especially liked the last part where he fought. cool scene. I say 3.5/5 stars? Had dinner at marche. Couldnt decide where to go after that and we ended up at Pool Factor. I didnt go home that day, went over to my cousin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually im not in the mood to blog. Seriously some shit just sticks in the mind like glue and its fucking irritating. The more you think about it, the more irratated u get. Like i told liangyu, there are some things i really shouldnt talk about and should just fucking write them down on paper and so that when i die, someone could read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright im done for now, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114313629545080476?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114313629545080476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114313629545080476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114313629545080476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114313629545080476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/pretty-late-entry-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114266114125318026</id><published>2006-03-18T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:52:21.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was  in town yesterday having sakae sushi with neu after he got his laptop. Pretty much last minute decision to eat to sakae yea. Somehow, jap food is getting boring. Sebas came over to meet us, he came about 5+ or 6? ya la eat sakae, eat shit la sebas. jajaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neu left after sakae la. ok fine leave, like i'll ask u stay. :x jaja. Stayed at cineleisure. There's some marc ecko hip hop dance battle competition going on. Coolio stuff. There were contestants from different countries; Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, Swenden, Switzeland, Australia, New York, Japan, Korea etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of them, were those whom you see and you'll get the impression that there're wannabe posers. Well i also thought that way just by looking at some of them la. But when they got onto the stage and start the dance battle. Music plays and they get connected to the music and poof, another person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone taking part in it, were serious and all during the dance battles, but when the music stops, friends again. There were awesome dancers and of course some who still needed more training and stuff, but anyways they tried. 2 Thumbs up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Applauseee.&lt;/span&gt; There's this b-boy that i remembered the most. He was literally a b-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;. A rought guess, he would be about the most sec 1 or 2? His moves really stunned the crowd. Thinking about hip hop dance battles, why wasn't Yichen there!? damn! or maybe he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114266114125318026?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114266114125318026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114266114125318026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114266114125318026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114266114125318026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/was-in-town-yesterday-having-sakae.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114209846601111741</id><published>2006-03-12T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:02:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-Shit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Taoist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Shit happening is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt; - This shit has happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; - It is the will of Allah that Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Confucian&lt;/span&gt; - Confucius say, "Shit happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt; - What is the sound of shit happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;/span&gt; - Shit happens shit happens shit shit happens happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pagan&lt;/span&gt; - Shit is part of the Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Scientology&lt;/span&gt; - Feces occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Stoic&lt;/span&gt; - So shit happens; I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Calvinist&lt;/span&gt; - Shit happens because you don't work hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christian Scientist&lt;/span&gt; - If shit happens, pray and it will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Catholic&lt;/span&gt; - If shit happens, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jew&lt;/span&gt; - Why does this shit always happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Protestant&lt;/span&gt; - Let shit happen to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Atheist&lt;/span&gt; - Shit happens for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Agnostic&lt;/span&gt; - Maybe shit happens, maybe it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rastafarian&lt;/span&gt; - Let's smoke this shit (and see what happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jehovah's Witnesses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Let us in and we'll tell you why shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quaker&lt;/span&gt; - Shitting in silence is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cartesian&lt;/span&gt; - It shits, therefore it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marxist&lt;/span&gt; - We make shit, and it looks just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Baptists&lt;/span&gt; - Once you're saved, shit doesn't happen unless you backslide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114209846601111741?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114209846601111741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114209846601111741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114209846601111741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114209846601111741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/shit-happens-taoist-shit-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114192596929825215</id><published>2006-03-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:39:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from dinner with a bunch of friends from school. was actually there to sort of like a "last" gathering for jonny before he heads into tekong. actually going to head down to dxo BUT no dough ah damnit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok im not blaming anyone accept myself. &lt;/span&gt;yeayea one by one everyone's going in and im jollywell still enjoying myself in ngeeAnn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurhur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to great songs recently, mainly from Bloc Party, We Are Scientists, The Notwist. Maybe YOU might want to check them out (: So far, since the holidays started, its pretty boring you know. i either wake up and then sti infront of this lcd or i just go driving and then head back home again. oh yea talking about driving, Auto-car is one hell of a fucking easy car to drive la. My Auto-car instructor didnt seem to give me a "chop" in my lesson slot today. He was commenting on how good my performance was today and wtf he didnt stamp the slot. Well, that means i have to go for another auto-car lesson; which is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; one instead of supposedly 2 lessons. Looking in my own driving progress, i guess i would be able to get my liscense before my 21st? yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so looking forward to my coming cousins' gathering! yahooo. i miss 'em sooooo much, though it's been like after chinese new year till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, my NS Medical checkup got brought forward to the 13th of March instead of 19th April due to some crapshit maintaineance they had to do. Do they have female nurses to do the medical checkup? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i miss my homies too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114192596929825215?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114192596929825215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114192596929825215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114192596929825215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114192596929825215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-came-back-from-dinner-with-bunch.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114140015957353905</id><published>2006-03-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:38:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bring back oh bring back, the good'ol days&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over and yup holidays are here. please, i want to have some fun while i still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well afew recent random shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/mixitgood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chivas12 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lime&lt;/span&gt; straight, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/goodshit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodshit with right company = bestshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/fromtheheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fried rice sebas had at banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-short and sweet-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/14798560-114140015957353905?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114140015957353905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114140015957353905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114140015957353905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114140015957353905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/03/bring-back-oh-bring-back-goodol-days.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114094128766194899</id><published>2006-02-26T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:08:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's my 1st paper. it'll be 2 in the afternoon. lucky for me i can get to sleep more, well actually it's that i need not wake up so early not that i can have more sleep; if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues will be a day's break from exams and wed thursday will be my last 2 papers but dang, they're in the morning. come soon please thursday then i can officially start my holiday mood and enjoy; that is, for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be studying now but as you can see im here infront of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my dad about the com issue yesterday. and fuck guess what he said. "you can forget about it". i started quarelling with him about this shit. well he was the one who said that if i could go simlim and quote a cpu around 1k and he'll get it. and now, he says he'd rather not cos i got the specs more for gaming. like wtf, you were the one who gave the 1k budget. so fuck it, i will never be happy whenever he says he wants to get a com, until he seriously gets it and i see it in the damn house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wtf. maybe i can just start my holiday mood now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wanna wow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-114094128766194899?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114094128766194899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114094128766194899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114094128766194899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114094128766194899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/tomorrows-my-1st-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-114019075565037180</id><published>2006-02-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:39:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I dont know why, but im getting too lazy to blog. Maybe I'll just struggle and make this brief. Study week is here and it's time to study; supposedly (: I'm going down to simlim tomorrow to check out the prices to customise a com. Hopefully yes hopefully it gets less than 1k my dad will be getting it. And with that there'll be something new coming up(:&lt;br /&gt; -the End-&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am down and, Oh my soul so weary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;when troubles come and my heart burdened be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I am still and wait here in the silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;until you come and sit a while with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; .missing every memory.&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/14798560-114019075565037180?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/114019075565037180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=114019075565037180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114019075565037180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/114019075565037180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know-why-but-im-getting-too.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113907289452901627</id><published>2006-02-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:08:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you just fucking stop, for the time being, and let me catch up on whatever Im lagging behind. You just keep going and going. I'm one of those mofos who can't keep up with you. All you do is leave me behind when I'm trying to run somewhere near to your shadow. Seriously I know you won't wait, so i guess I'll just have to blame myself for not being able to keep up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out,&lt;br /&gt;pohs.&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/14798560-113907289452901627?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113907289452901627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113907289452901627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113907289452901627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113907289452901627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/02/will-you-wait-for-me-dear-time-would.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113794698801416084</id><published>2006-01-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:24:27.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got grounded this week. so there's like nothing much i can blog about. except for thursday when i went to collect my phone. busy week coming up in school. many deadlines and moremoremore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's around the corner and i can't wait for that day! oh yes. Kindly pass me your angpaos when u get them for safe keeping. thanks a milliongabillion.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO. cousin Kerri loves A7X too! yahooowahhoooooooo. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss my homies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113794698801416084?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113794698801416084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113794698801416084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113794698801416084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113794698801416084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/got-grounded-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113734500687999977</id><published>2006-01-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:29:19.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you might just get too lazy to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminisce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday;&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt school on monday. went out with some of my homies for dinner. simple as that. actually intended to dine at al azhar but it was Hari Raya Eve. obviously we had to dine somewhere else; macdonalds o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday;&lt;br /&gt;actually i forgot what i did -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday;&lt;br /&gt;my handphone died on me. went down to jurong point thinking that the nokia care outlet is still there. well it wasnt there anymore. its just a nokia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTLET&lt;/span&gt;. so it was pretty much a wasted trip i guess. after that, i had to go back school for some shit, yes i mean shit. please i dont want to mention it, i'll just keep it to myself. made a last minute decision to go to the SOE(School of Engineering) Superstar Finals. why? support razif la. there was, surprisingly, a huge crowd, well at least much more than i would have expected. was there with Jonathan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIN&lt;/span&gt;, Angeline and Syafiq. we were given light sticks at the entrance. we're suppose to use it to wave or whatever. but no i didnt (: instead i used it to throw. ok fuck you. not only me. everyone was throwing it. i only started to throw when razif sang. before that, people threw cos some of the contestants really cant sing, and well, to show how they "felt" about the performance, they just threw it -_-. i threw it yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; it was like i said, during razif's performance. well not that he sang like shit. it was opposite. not really superb but it was better than average. this is when you see like ALOT of light sticks flying to the stage. razif didnt win sadly. some guy from MDE got the champ. pretty unhappy about the results la, it was obvious that there were better singers then. well, its Votes 60% Judges decision 40%. anyway, 2 thumbs up for razif who put up the one and only accoustic performace. refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to the causeway point nokia care. change of plans. sebas wanted to head down to town for something, i forgot what. yea so i just went to the nokia care outlet at Wheelock. went to Zara to just look around and hope to spot some eye candies. there's FIFTY% off storewide. actually its &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;up to &lt;/span&gt;fifty% off. "must look at the fine print!". the 2nd floor was already like 1/2 empty or isit 1/2 full? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurhur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday;&lt;br /&gt;school. someone tell me about it. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday;&lt;br /&gt;went over to Jerry's house 1st and Jerry drove us to wheelock where i was SUPPOSE to get my handphone. after queueing for so long its finally my turn to collect. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yay happy&lt;/span&gt;. sat down at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worker: "sorry sir but your handphone is still in HQ for further servicing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, forcing out a smile: "errrrrr. ok. then when can i get it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worker: "the most in a weeks' time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh so how you contact me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worker: "could you leave a CONTACTABLE number please? thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was then i realised the contact number i left on thursday when i sent it for service was my handphone number. DOH. stupidity to the max. well another wasted trip; at least for that period of time. headed to chongching hotpot at tanglin shopping centre around 6. it's my dear cousin, Kenny's, 21st birthday. all us cousin cliques and of course his darling were there. oh and also Uncle Aunty. food's good, as usual. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spicy, chilli hothot.&lt;/span&gt; warm celebration, or was it hot? went to cine's 9th, argh i forgot what place its called. we got a room with 5coms and a tv. well the guys obviously headed for the coms and the ladies watched movie. cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday(today);&lt;br /&gt;it's chuck2 chyetee's birthday. happy 17th sweetie (:&lt;br /&gt;met up the chucks and fiq and had sushi for dinner. caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/span&gt; around 7. very nice movie eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supersweet. &lt;/span&gt;in the movie, i really think christen durnst is like amelia. "imaginary boyfriend called BEN." rolf. went to Orange Julius after that, the ladies suddenly had a craving for icecream. so chilled out there a lil. headed home not long after. NOW, the highlight of the day. birthday girl kena BIRDSHIIIIIIIIIIIT on the head. i need not say more, let your imaginations run wild (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now on a "sadder" tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got grounded for the next week and my handphone confiscated; EVEN BEFORE I CAN COLLECT MY HANDPHONE. got chided by my dad when i got home. im really getting sick of this. but if you are going to come rubbing salt to the wound, please i beg you, just fuck off. come to think about it. some of my dad's words set me thinking. am i hopeless? am i really oblivious of the serious shit that happen to me? am i stupid? am i hopeless? oh and, AGE DOENST FUCKING MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/0aa8c63d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/7669175b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/f6218fdc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/58aec45d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/e5575b6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/0d6cc9b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/8d2bcea1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/bd5ce00e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/88eb2bec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 240px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/acb55fe9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more photos, i'll upload them soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113734500687999977?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113734500687999977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113734500687999977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113734500687999977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113734500687999977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-might-just-get-too-lazy-to-read-on.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113671697005108449</id><published>2006-01-08T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:42:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been sometime since i last touch u :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its common test week BUT its overrrrr :D . well im not going to rejoice over it la cos u know... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;weekdays were basically me "studying" and doing same ol shit. anyway i'll just go to the "main events" of the week la. there's only one this week i guess. went to seoul garden at jurong point on friday. it was Angie's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; birthday. quite a number of people were there. felix, siangju, yangyang, angeline, jonathan, jonathan's cousin, angie's buddy and her boyfriend and of course Angie herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;millions&lt;/span&gt; of years since ive ate seoul garden. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;. you know when you havent ate some buffet for quite some time, you will be craving for it like wooooaahhh. and then when you actually go to eat it and u get super bloated and full to the brim, yes i mean hell to the brim, you will be like hoping you wont touch that for like another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miiiilliiooon&lt;/span&gt; years. yea you should be feeling me :p&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think it was the 1st time i ate THAT much in seoul garden. past times when im eating seoul garden i get full pretty fast and the whole buffet would just last about an hour. whereas for that day, it lasted for 3 fucking hours. OH and i should mention; we were the last to leave. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found a new game to play. its call fly for fun(flyff) haha. then maple leh? :x liangyu should know what im trying to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;. well as for flyff, its fun la but theres only one FUCKING thing that really pisses me off. the lag. its pretty unstable. so at times it gets major lag and u just can login. when you are like so gian to play it and you cant login. you'll just swear and all. flllyyy x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;pohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its different now, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113671697005108449?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113671697005108449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113671697005108449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113671697005108449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113671697005108449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-blog-its-been-sometime-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113630587619598721</id><published>2006-01-04T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:31:16.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Standing by the window&lt;br /&gt; Eyes upon the Moon&lt;br /&gt; Hoping that the memory, will leave her spirit soon&lt;br /&gt; She shuts the doors and lights&lt;br /&gt; And lays her body on the bed&lt;br /&gt; Where Images and Words are running deep&lt;br /&gt; She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head&lt;br /&gt; So quietly she lays and waits for sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She stares at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt; And tries not to think&lt;br /&gt; And pictures the chain&lt;br /&gt; She's been trying to link again&lt;br /&gt; But the feeling is gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And water can't cover her memory&lt;br /&gt; And ashes can't answer her pain&lt;br /&gt; God give me the power to take breath from a breeze&lt;br /&gt; Like a life from a cold metal frame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In with the ashes&lt;br /&gt; Or up with the smoke from the fire&lt;br /&gt; With wings up in heaven&lt;br /&gt; Or here, laying in bed&lt;br /&gt; Palm of her hand to my head&lt;br /&gt; Now and forever curled in my heart&lt;br /&gt; And the heart of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113630587619598721?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113630587619598721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113630587619598721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113630587619598721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113630587619598721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/standing-by-window-eyes-upon-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113613726879344636</id><published>2006-01-02T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:08:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh its 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just same shit but different year! well at least for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; you all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113613726879344636?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113613726879344636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113613726879344636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113613726879344636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113613726879344636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-its-2006-so-just-same-shit-but.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113601557034292697</id><published>2005-12-31T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:52:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post for the year 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113601557034292697?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113601557034292697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113601557034292697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113601557034292697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113601557034292697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-last-post-for-year-2005-argh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113544301984539199</id><published>2005-12-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:50:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz navidad too everyone ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its christmas now and im home blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a little better now. serious flu and itchy throat just pisses one off. my mum and bro are now in genting. i reckon its some relative's wedding dinner. i wasnt "allowed" to go cos i was expected to be studying for my upcoming common tests. well what do you think. :) i'll just do a recap of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to study on wednesday. seriously study. well at least ive learnt somethin :p  study was done pretty soon and i headed down to town to meet up with jonathan and syafiq. unknowingly, jackson and rosa were there too. so they went to shop. fiq got a tshirt and jon got christmas gift for his girl. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont complain no money please.&lt;/span&gt; actually wanted to watch king kong, but didnt and we all ended up heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for my 2nd appointment on thursday morning at alexander's. well my appointment was 9am and i reached there around 930. i was thinking i would have missed my appointment or whatever, but when i got there, all the room numbers were just flashing 0000. is there a need for me to say more? during the afternoon, i went for my driving lesson. my instructor said i changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"you used to be scared scared one what, why now drive so hiong one huh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rofls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving too on thursday and friday. went over to amelia's place for potluck. there was garrick, liangyu, jonathan, sugnesh, syafiq, karmen and myself. there was alot of food and i can say i really seriously totally was VERY full. Dish of the day? amelia's potato salad. :x ate and talked alot. talking about ghostly stuff is scary but yet exciting! and we know, karmen's reaction time to things is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; like 1.576437985435secs after it actually happens? :x   oh yes and sugnesh was sooooooo drunk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;. to sum it up, dinner with so many friends on the table is simply awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for sat, i just stayed at home and rot the whole day. was feeling unwell. like i said, cough, itching throat, flu. bloodshot eyes and stuff. well at least im much better now. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now on christmas itself, im blogging now and closing this entry soon. i guess im going to meet up with some of my old time sec school buddies for movie! woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright till then, happy holidays and once again, merry christmas to ya'll (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113544301984539199?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113544301984539199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113544301984539199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113544301984539199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113544301984539199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-navidad-too-everyone.html' title='feliz navidad too everyone ;)'/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113518816619767072</id><published>2005-12-22T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:02:46.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh i was really suppose to do this cos it was spreeaaded to me by shu ying. ok fine, im pretty bored now anyways. well its some weird facts about me right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. i perspire so easily. like super abnormally easy. im born with excessive amount of sweat glands i guess. well i DONT like it but i still have to deal with it. anyone who thinks that u cant fucking perspire a drop even after vigorous stuff and u think its unhealthy, please spare a thought for me, so you think im healthy cos i perspire? i perspire TOO MUCH, well it becomes like i said, abnormal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; . And oh yes, i'll be more than glad to donate some of my sweat glands to anyone who needs it. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. well im not sure about this but my friends say i eat very fast too. its ya'll eat slow la! eat and talk same time. i eat and eat only, never talk cock also :D     come to think about it, i think i eat pretty fast huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. i dont really like super happening places. like those big events like zoukout bla bla. i know its fucking exciting. everyone gets to enjoy themselves there or whatsoever. i'll just miss it. i'd rather like maybe go to chillout pubs and just u know.. chillout and enjoy the music doh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. i love my friends more than my own life. oh wait, does this even sound right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. i love the thought of spending on anything and everything that i could possibly do. THOUGHT because i dont even have the fucking dough to start doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. last but not least. i love to "daydream" about anything and everything. well not EVERYTHING la -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seems like i have to spread this to another 5 people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeni minneey meeeneee mooreee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;liangyu syafiq amelia garrick rosa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gosh i have and appointment at 9am later at alexander's and im still awake. oh yessa driving tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; weeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14798560-113518816619767072?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113518816619767072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113518816619767072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113518816619767072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113518816619767072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-i-was-really-suppose-to-do-this-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113489010777871550</id><published>2005-12-18T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:15:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the las week of school. i dont know whether is it only me or everyone will have the urge not to even go for class since its the last week. yea you know what im saying.. The end of school meant 2 things to me. 1.its the holidays &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yayy&lt;/span&gt; 2. its the study week &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know myself too well. which one will be on top of my head. =) but whatever. i have to lie to myself. this week didnt end well, at least to me. i got into shit again and NO im not blaming anyone. i know its my fault and whatsoever. anyways i really think that i am someone who doesnt fear death until it grabs me by the neck. well not really DEATHH but u know, deep shit stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i went for quite a number of driving lessons this week. i can say driving is getting more and more fun. yea cos i more or less got the hang of some stuff. but still a long way :D. well i have to get my license before 2006 april. cos thats when my um application expires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanst suppose to go anywhere. sort of grounded? wtf 20 and grounded. but i managed to get out the last minute and joined my peeps for dinner. well simply ate and talked and laughed. long time since i saw karmen and joseph too. both looking good and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAAAHIIIINEEE&lt;/span&gt;. lol whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming friday is potluck over at ame's place. hmm i still havent thought of what to bring! well i'll just have to make up my mind sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something about this, so very wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a dream or a memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113489010777871550?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113489010777871550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113489010777871550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113489010777871550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113489010777871550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-las-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113430650907434145</id><published>2005-12-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:10:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; mood to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another week, just like that. i pretty much forgot what i did during the starting few days of the week. ah goddamnit. anyways, i guess i'll just blog whatever i can recall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongda pop liao. getting some breather from army i guess. had dinner with him on thursday with liangyu amelia and chyetee too. been a loong time since ive met yongda. typical army guy now; or so it seems. went over to wala wala at holland v for some drinks and chatted about some stuff. the rest were like talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ex-girlfriends and boyfriends&lt;/span&gt; and bla blah.! all i could do is just listen, and im already contented with that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether its me or what, that recently i tend to get too lazy to do stuff and get so bored that i dont even want to do anything. best is that i could just sit there and stone and just think about this and that and this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is around the corner. damn im not sure whether i should get some gifts or what. there was an idea of having potluck at amelia's house. hmmm but i wonder if its going to be true. oh yes. i know one person whose going to get me a christmas gift muahaha. its non other than chuck1 a'me'lia. she said she's going to buy me a car :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalala.&lt;/span&gt; so work hard in your whatever job that your doing now ok! im so going to pass my driving because of youuuuu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. oh someone tell me im cheap x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess iu'll just fuck off now and just find something to do cos at this moment im getting bored of blogging, so yea. laters all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Living goes by fast, catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;and it will pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;And it won't last, to sulk with the memories you hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113362268471067175</id><published>2005-12-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:11:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a busy week i can say. school was really fucked up. projects, quizes, assignments; damn all piling and deadlines drawing just smack infront of my face. got some cleared but still loads left hanging. darn. there was a quiz which i didnt even know shit to do, oh my lorrrrdd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just hate it when everyone else knows how to do something and you're the only one who doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i ended early on monday and i walked from school to westmall with garrick! the thought of it seems like pretty far but when you just walk, its not THAT far actually u know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt; talked much as we walked. garrick and i were both weirdos. garrick being the one who wouldnt even perspire abit after the walk. and me who perpired like as if i just climbed bukit timah hill. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the week was just school work and nothing else. and oh yes, sort of went job hunting with jaime but ended a wasted trip, cos jaime forgot where the place was. but nevermind, at least we found out some other stuff lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as for today. went down to sentosa to join amelia, chyetee, garrick, jonathan and liangyu after my theory lesson. weather was near perfect. cos there was sun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; wind :D been some time since ive seen chucks u know haha. the rest tanned and i just sat there looking at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; view &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;garrick and jonathan went off 1st. liangyu went to meet someone else *tsk* pangseh; nah jk. i ended up with ame and chyetee. oml when the 2 of the are together, they're kinda irritating cos they keep pestering me about stupid stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;. on our way back, the 2 of 'em talked and laughed&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and talked and laughed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and talked and lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fullstop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop assuming, if something sounds the way u want it, it doesn't have to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113362268471067175?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113362268471067175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113362268471067175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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queensway. jon and garrick bought some surf pants? walked around the whole place, well not really the whole place la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at adam's road hawker centre. i guess it was shu ying's 1st time eating nasi lemak. the nasi lemak was not bad but i think it was a lil overpriced? had ice kachang too. ended up garrick wanted to get a packet of atap ji. but we didnt get it. we endedup at pool factor again. had some rounds and fiq came to join us. got punched on the face AGAIN. i learnt a new word too. its called FORNIFICATE. well it simply means FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you promised me. but why even fucking do so when you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CIRCUMSTANCES CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you'll end up breaking it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-113275999451350452</id><published>2005-11-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:35:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmm an early entry for today; went for driving lessons today, damn i have to say that my performance in driving today was way off! was i too nervous, what was i thinking! :/ the instructor i had today was a new one, havent seen him before. i couldnt tell how he was like feeling u know. cos he speaks like very pekcek like that; &lt;em&gt;well cos i was driving like shit.&lt;/em&gt; but when i asked him questions, he answered like a normal nice guy. hmm lol. well im going to do better in my next driving lesson! which is dont know when.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my mum came to pick me up and we went for lunch with my bro. went to some hawker centre near my place, my 1st time there though. didnt know they had such good "zha jiang mian" ah i can't be bothered to explain what it is. anyways its pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;felix called and said that angeline had tickets for movie. its free! so why not :D. but felix didnt join us, too tired. so watched &lt;em&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/em&gt; with Jonathan, Angeline, Angie. hmm its a very nice movie, well to me la. it depends on whether you would want to trust my taste&lt;em&gt; heh.&lt;/em&gt; To guys out there, if u think you're some nan zhi han and wont liu lei or whatever shit. u can take that back. cos i bet if u watch it, your eyes will get wet. ah &lt;em&gt;wtf heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh my i have to go to school tomorrow! i dont have to on thursday u know! my lecturer wants to see me :/ oh i wish nothing bad is awaiting me. &lt;em&gt;fingerscrosssed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yongda made his choice! take care bro. we'll catchup soon :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could be the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one who won't care at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But being the one on the stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the way to go, no one's guiding me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When time soaked with blood turns its back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard to fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confided in me was your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-a7x-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-113250854881275944</id><published>2005-11-21T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:47:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;had dinner with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3 course but super filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zi cha &lt;/em&gt;leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;let me see, there were liangyu, sugnesh, jonathan, yichen, garrick, shu ying, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;went to THE playground after dinner. one of the swings spoil liao :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;liangyu invented the double swing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sugnesh left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;went to another playground -_- ... &lt;em&gt;kids in the heart =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;everyone spinned :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;got racial dispute seh. child's play &lt;em&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;instead of stopping it, we were like making it worse :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;got super hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;went to westmall to cooldown and get some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;shu ying left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the rest of us went to the "&lt;em&gt;twin tower"&lt;/em&gt; in bukit batok. it's the 2 30 storey blocks la :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;had a great time chilling out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;had alot of funny talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and ghost talks, nabeiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;got our asses out of the building and went home &lt;em&gt;weeee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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school is pretty boring for me. its only 3days of school when people have 5. well you may say i have tons of free time then. but so what? i dont spend it wisely. so its just plain wasting of 2 days of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a few days hmm? :/ damn  why. &lt;em&gt;hmmmm.&lt;/em&gt; shit, it really sets me thinking about anything and everything. seems that, most of the things i say, people treat it as some joke or just words coming out from a total fretard. but when they SEE something else from i dont know wherever, not knowing anyshit; they make a fucking serious shit about it. &lt;em&gt;hmmmm y hmmmmm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting so impatient i want to get IN asap, but oh well, who says i can go in. not allowed to at least til i get over and done with serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going back to sleep again, despite having a nap just now once i reached home. its just plain boredem. so i think the best way to tackle this stupid boredom thing, is to fucking get myself to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;motherfucker&lt;/span&gt; think!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113207545871217899?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113207545871217899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113207545871217899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113207545871217899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113207545871217899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/11/havent-been-bloggin-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113164395141875143</id><published>2005-11-11T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:03:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met shu ying and sam in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went shopping and i tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiq and liangyu joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fish and co for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but got punched on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going there again i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are fstupid people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a ghost on webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights homies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113164395141875143?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113164395141875143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113164395141875143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know whats clean room? those um, wafer fabrication labs la. people inside wear jump suits and protect themself like as if everyone has some disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i entered the cleanroom, i was thinking if they had jump suits of my size! but yay they had. and also even sizee bigger than mine. all of us looked the same when we were inside. come to think about it. similar to surgeons, u know why face mask is worn? because, when someone makes a mistake, noone will know. cos u cant see their expression. so the culprit would just go &lt;em&gt;lalalala. &lt;/em&gt;too bad we couldnt take any pictures inside the clearnroom. else i take loads of men in white. anyways it was alot of fun when all of us were inside la, seen alot of new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of free time in this sem, ya la cos i stupid repeat so many times now so little modules la whatever. more freee time means more driving lessons and more of going out &lt;em&gt;yayy&lt;/em&gt;. but no work, &lt;em&gt;doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as i promised the other time, i would upload some pics right? here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="382" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/415f4893.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do girls have better phototaking skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="382" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/yeahbaby.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="767" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/hello.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shu ying, so were u entertained? lols :x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113154958324388299?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113154958324388299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113154958324388299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113154958324388299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113154958324388299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-already-2nd-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113126980494997817</id><published>2005-11-06T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:36:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i made some slight changes in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town with garrick, jon, liangyu and kiatju. the guys wanted to do some shopping. initially mind was set to shop at Topman, but price was a little way off. so we moved on to g2000. well liangyu bought a couple of shirt from g2000. preparing for some rather formal events aye. ;) garrick and jon got some too haha. spent pretty much time at g2000. kiatju got kinda bored and started say things like we're very slow and spending alot of money bla bla. so girls now you know how we guys feel when you shop for like the whole day or when you  spend your guy's money huh! :D but no offence la &lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at yoshinoya. went off soon after that. only i went off. had a family gathering to attend at jerry's place. :p it's been a long time since all we cousin's had a gathering. sweet :) stayed over at jerry's place again haa. went for supper at holland v's swensen. woah what a supper i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im back at home. waiting for tomorrow to come and today to past. well, &lt;em&gt;whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey my peeps u guys planning something on for  xmas and 31st december!? do so soon ok!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113126980494997817?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113126980494997817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113126980494997817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113126980494997817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113126980494997817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-i-made-some-slight-changes-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113104226430937659</id><published>2005-11-04T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:24:24.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, woke up early like 10am today. despite being a day off. went over to garrick's house with liangyu. met for lunch. didnt know the place where we bought food even existed. as in i didnt know there got such a big place selling so many food la. anyways ate and garrick played his electric. wah lao so pro can :$ i wish i could play it too :D liangyu watched ongbak one garrick's laptop. so me, i just sat there and, ya i just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon came pretty late lor. so here's the excuse "i used to be the early one all the time and wait for everyone, so now i be the latest lor, let everyone wait" &lt;em&gt;hurhur. &lt;/em&gt;jon also started playing rick's guitar. and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually went over to garrick's place cos the 3 of them wanted to tan and swim. i only joined for lunch. but whatever ha. so went down to poolside. wasnt any sun to tan anyways. all of them ended up swimming. i was sitting there at the poolside.  and garrick said i was like their dad? sitting by the poolside watching his kids play and then he said stupid things. stfu garrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent quite a long time there. but later they changed and we went for hmmm, dinner? dunch i guess. actually wanted to catch a movie but, we endedup at pool factor. jio-ed shu ying to join us after her work. she couldnt, then next time lor &lt;em&gt;hahas. &lt;/em&gt;anyways, my performance in pool today wasnt that disappointing afterall. well im not trying to be humble here ok. saw sebastian at pool factor. he came with a friend. what a coincidence &lt;em&gt;heh.&lt;/em&gt; went to mac for supper. garrick remined us that we sat at same table as that very 1st time. well, maybe you wouldnt understand it but nevermind &lt;em&gt;:b&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i still have school later at 8am, boring. but luckily it ends at 2 then i can go home early &lt;em&gt;yayy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to sleep now. laters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf marche wtf marche wtf marche wtf marche :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14798560.post-113087027245484771</id><published>2005-11-02T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T04:06:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, happy deepavali to those celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pick up shu ying from work with jon liangyu and fiq. we missed our bus stop and had to walk some distance. time was running out. but we made it on time. then we just sat outside coffee club and stared at nothing.&lt;em&gt;*surprise*&lt;/em&gt; got spotted and a couple was like wondering y these bunch of guys were sitting outside coffee club staring at them; they were on the 2nd level right above us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at bk and went to FOS. liangyu and fiq bought similar tees. i wonder when i'll see both of them wearing it on the same day. the words on the tee reads "relax...just trust me". went to pool factor around 8+. left at around 11? shu ying headed home 1st, and we guys went for supper. &lt;em&gt;want to know why? suck my dick and i'll tell u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shu ying, this is for u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that happens, will just happen. i know youre a strong girl. you should be, you will be, and you better me. if u cant, there'll be tons of people who fucking care about this and they could do something. even if you think people wont believe what youre going to say, just say it. at least they know you want to say it and will fucking try to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont blame yourself all the time. if u cant swallow, spit it. people will be there to lend you their ears. being not experienced doesnt mean that u dont need to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you realise you're the only person hating toh shu ying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing that a friend is troubled is fuckd up shit, being helpless about it is even fucking worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113087027245484771?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113087027245484771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113087027245484771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Just had a dip after dinner and omg i feel fexhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyways, went for supper with jon, garrick, samantha and shu ying. some people had a sudden craving for stingray or what la. but whatever~ &lt;em&gt;hah&lt;/em&gt;. so we went to bukit timah hawker centre to have our supper la. ordered, fried carrot cake, stingray, hokkien mee, fried kuay teow and drank sugarcane. ate and crapped at the same time and yes, lots of laughter. usual happens. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we all walked sam home after that then went over to westmall mac. shu ying wanted to buy fish burger and CHICKEN BURGER from macs for his bro la. so we just went there and ate again. but not heavy, just some light stuff. fortunately garrick and shu ying caught their buses home. as for jon and i, we had to cab home :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;before i came back, i was playing pool at jerry's place. and then went for a dip. i think i havent been excercing for too long. thats y im so fuckn tired. i cant stand it. im off to sleep. laters all. will upload some pics soon, &lt;em&gt;hopefully ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113042000201195328?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113042000201195328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113042000201195328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113042000201195328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113042000201195328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-just-came-back-from-jerrys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113026637426483744</id><published>2005-10-26T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:52:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had driving lessons during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home changed and went town to meet sebas and boonkiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ly we went there kinda late, i have to apologise and u had to dinner yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled out and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queue up around 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were the 1st few to get it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrico wasnt as good as the last time we saw at Baybeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks we ordered was happy hour price, but when we were told of that; happyhour was up -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rivermaya was not bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the crowd was more happening during rivermaya performance &lt;em&gt;booooooooo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off after a couple of songs from river maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled out a lil outside fareast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im at Jerry's house AGAIN :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supper tomorrow &lt;em&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113026637426483744?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113026637426483744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113026637426483744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113026637426483744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113026637426483744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-driving-lessons-during-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-113017960646462596</id><published>2005-10-25T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:53:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the last 2 days at jerry's place. was last minute decision though. got kinda bored so why not. actually i only planned to stay for a day la, but i was so darn surprised when on the 2nd day, my dad asked me to stay for another night. well so i just stayed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got pretty bored during the night. a mosquito bit me. so i just simply anyhow said i got dengue.&lt;em&gt; like i said, i was bored; crapping.&lt;/em&gt; and i went around in msn telling people i love them. so my peeps had a kinda big reaction to it. they really thought i had dengue. well it was partly my fault la, i shouldnt even have done anything when i was that bored. should have just shut the fuck up. sorry for letting u guys worry for nothing. well, i got to know that my peeps are one bunch of caring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about caring for people. was talking to ly about it la. its true, there should be an extent. well at least i know now. but cant blame, its my somewhat my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh im so fexcited! in about a few hours time im going for another driving lesson! and after that during the later part of the day im meeting sebas to catch electrico &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCLUSIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; i think ive said it a million times. but im still saying it xb&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my peeps, yea, we will meet up soon hah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damnit, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; my weakness is that i fucking care too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-113017960646462596?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/113017960646462596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=113017960646462596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113017960646462596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/113017960646462596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/spent-last-2-days-at-jerrys-place.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-112995658019642738</id><published>2005-10-22T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:03:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i just woke up. cos i like slept at around 4am yesterday?! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was one hell of a long day. started out with me going for my driving lessons. i got to get out of the bbdc circuit and went onto the roads mann. &lt;em&gt;wooows&lt;/em&gt;. actually its just the same la, cept that the drivers on the roads are not as friendly u know... well i used to be the one laughing or cursing at the learner drivers when im on my mom's car, but now i guess im the one being hollered at or cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to taka after driving to meet my peeps. it's liangyu's birthday!! initially it was planned that we ate at seoul garden. but the seoul garden was under renovation -_-. well then decided to eat at Crystal Jade. but we had to wait soooo long laaaaaaaaa. not for our seats but for people laaaa. &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; . there was Jon garrick, me, shu ying, chyetee, amelia, min ying and birthdayboy liangyu! well twas so nice that we all sat there and eat. like one big happy family (: but i coldnt really eat peacefully. after crystal jade, fiq and yoyochen met up with us. went down to suntec. chilled out a lil at the delifrance there. liangyu's classmates said they made a dedication for him at the Fountain Of Wealth. went up and waited for the dedication to come out but didnt come out? &lt;em&gt;:O&lt;/em&gt; well looking at all the dedications from some peeps to their loved ones were just supersweet. dont know why its happening, but countless thoughts ran pass in my head. well, im human afterall :D there was cake an the usual would happen, birthday songs wishes bla bla cake play -_- and shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to suntec and chilled out there crapping and stuff. left after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well liangyu, it was one hell of a 17th right? it better be! cos the next one can only be 18! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my weakness is that i care too much, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;busybodyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-112995658019642738?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/112995658019642738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=112995658019642738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112995658019642738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112995658019642738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-believe-that-i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-112973444662724582</id><published>2005-10-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:08:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;went to ps with neu and fiq yesterday. neu wanted to collect his handphone which he sent for service about a day ago or something. it was still early before neu could collect his phone. so spent much time at the arcade hahas. surprisingly there was alot of people in ps despite it being a weekday. &lt;em&gt;hmm. &lt;/em&gt;was near 6 so we went down to the motorolla shop where neu collected his handphone. heres one thing that fiq and i saw. the customers at the 1st 3 counters were there to send their handphone for service. thing is, all of them sent in the same model, the V3 razor. another customer just went out of the stall with a V3 that he just collected after service too. to cut it short. dont get the v3 if u plan to, i suppose its fawesome looking on the outside, but come to the usage and lifespan of it before the problem comes is so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hanged out around cos we need to wait til 6:53pm when fiq could break fast. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. had dinner at BK. twas also as crowded. i tried the Classic Lamb Sandwich or something, cant really remember what its called. &lt;em&gt;sedappp~&lt;/em&gt; headed home after dinner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, went to jerry's house. got my hands on his drums again. damn i felt like i was retarded when i was trying to play it. it seems that it wouldnt sound right when i played it. yea obvious, cos i have no drumming skills :/ jerry came to teach me a lil weeee bit about how i should play it or what. and yes i just went &lt;em&gt;ohhhh ahhhh orhhhhhhhh.&lt;/em&gt; jerry told us about his ninja tale... im not lying. then he dressed up like one -_-. i freakin laughed my ass off when he came out of the toilet looking like a ninja. u gotta imagine this, he's all black. just picture a ninja, yes that's it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img358.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ninjajerry3pt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/Fr0sty-/ninjajerry.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ninja jerry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read someone's blog. damn i really couldnt believe what i saw in her latest entry. :/ but damn, this is some serious shit.i just hope it wont turn out bad. damn please dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;noone really knows why this is happening, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-112973444662724582?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/112973444662724582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=112973444662724582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112973444662724582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112973444662724582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-to-ps-with-neu-and-fiq-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-112939165120836985</id><published>2005-10-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:54:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much stayed home and rot today. got invaded by the flu bugs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, woke up around noon yesterday and meet shu ying and samantha. it was samantha's birthday. so shu ying suggested to give a treat to sam to yea. had hmm dunch at some chicken rice stall beside al azar. can't remember what the name is though. most of the food, or rather, ALL of the food was ordered by shu ying. &lt;em&gt;"can finish one can finish one!"&lt;/em&gt; yea thats what she said la. but ended up with hmm much food left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left right after dunch and went  to meet Jon. Jackson joined us after his night class. &lt;em&gt;ahem.&lt;/em&gt; Jackson wanted to pass Jon his present la  and we just met up cos the next day was Jackson's birthday. so ok lor. chilled out at coffee bean. had alot of crap talks and yes ALOT :D Jackson is still the same ol wacko jacko that i know of &lt;em&gt;x) .&lt;/em&gt;well i couldnt stay till too late and had to sort of pangseh again la :/ sorry Jon and Jackson! mabad mabad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this pangseh shit is stupid la, :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and watched corpse bride, yea piracy to the max &lt;em&gt;woots&lt;/em&gt;. i give the show 7 or 8 stars? deduction cos their eyse sooooo friggin big. they just look like characters from "The Bug's Life" laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, sebastian is oooosoooo nice. im so honoured. im going to Bar None with him on the 25th to watch Electrico live again!! &lt;em&gt;weeeee. &lt;/em&gt;yea u see, he got a pair of free tix so, ^^. thanks sebas :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you don't mind, that i put down in words; how wonderful life is, now you're in the world =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-112939165120836985?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/112939165120836985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=112939165120836985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112939165120836985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112939165120836985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/pretty-much-stayed-home-and-rot-today.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14798560.post-112922907935142976</id><published>2005-10-14T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T03:08:08.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my 1st driving lesson today. twas pretty fun. its like something new. learnt some basics, but that's what everyone needs ;) i want to go for more practises!! can't wait for my next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my peeps at cine cafe cartel. it's Jon's birthday. happy birthday dude. &lt;em&gt;hmm that's like dont know how many times i've said it. but heck&lt;/em&gt;. i had cartel's st louis pork ribs. all i can say is that its very filling. found out that garrick eats bones too. &lt;em&gt;nehehe&lt;/em&gt;. the stupid thing is i had the bread that they provided. now let me tell u y it's stupid. upon leaving, we realised that the bread that Jon took, which I ATE. was the one on display. meaning. it might have been there like so long. that fucking explains why the bread is like a fucking piece of rock. and the thing is when i was eating it. i chewed and chewed till it became so soft like real bread la. then was &lt;em&gt;tada&lt;/em&gt; finish. and then end up i had to take in all the shit. THANKS la Jon T_T. lucky i never LS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to taka after that. garrick wanted to get his contacts. &lt;em&gt;they're free trial :) FREE . nehehe.&lt;/em&gt; hmm. went to Diary Queen, some of my guys bought icecream. i didnt realise the person in the stall was Audrey, it's shu ying's friend anyway. i was like eh? and have that stupid look la o.0&lt;br /&gt;but don't really know audrey well, but the 1st time i met her was like a DIAOOOO situation and so paiseh can :$ ok period-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took quite some time to decide where we should be heading next but endup its routine! headed down to bukit timah for pool. had a couple of rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was actually a happy day, but it all went fucking wrong after a stupid phone call. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;man i gotta apologise to my peeps for leaving so suddenly and abrubtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget, happybirthday samANTHA today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sebastian was right, im like cinderella; but obviously the fuglier one who will also break the glass slipper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14798560-112922907935142976?l=thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/112922907935142976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14798560&amp;postID=112922907935142976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112922907935142976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14798560/posts/default/112922907935142976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetitleofmymemoir.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-for-my-1st-driving-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>P IS FOR POH.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058077484226895846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
