<?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-8689437874678666506</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:20:18.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJpink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-6725158257084056972</id><published>2009-11-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:17:49.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little update. i promised myself i wouldn't let this blog die out so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been much to blog about for the past few days, cos i've been at home the whole time, feeling &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;and really &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stupid.&lt;/span&gt; i wonder how much of my time has been wasted playing computer games this holiday. when there were exams, i was looking forward to such crap. now, i just want to do something else. i hate to say this, but i wish there's still &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that i'd be going for a holiday to malaysia on the 22nd until a few days back. i totally&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; want to go to malaysia because i prefer staying here, in singapore. i don't really like going overseas much, cos most of the time, we go to shop. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we go overseas just to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;? relieve ourselves of the stress we have had in the urban city? holidays with my mum are just to stress me out. cos it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24/7 shopping&lt;/span&gt;. hell, my legs would break. but maybe this time, we'll shop less, cos my grandparents are coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You make me so paranoid and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-6725158257084056972?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6725158257084056972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-little-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/6725158257084056972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/6725158257084056972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-little-update.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-4151882513248803485</id><published>2009-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:57:27.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;reaaly boring&lt;/span&gt; at home. that's why i got to go out more often. my mum keeps telling me that i have to revise for next year and keeps telling me to practice on my maths and stuff. it gets irritating at some point. i know my maths sucks, but i just don't want to study now. but question is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when will i ever want to study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan came over yesterday and we kept ourselves entertained by watching vids on &lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/"&gt;www.clicknetwork.tv&lt;/a&gt;. best website to keep me entertained. but i've watched most of the videos up there. and there are like 100s of them. god, i really am boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night i watched two shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvOqzoSQeHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PH_wzvORbmw/s1600-h/legend-of-the-seeker-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400848182111402098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvOqzoSQeHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PH_wzvORbmw/s320/legend-of-the-seeker-poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Legend Of The Seeker. &lt;/span&gt;the Confessor is so chio. :D why isn't zedd in this pic? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvOqzQhm4HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6XioTg_9REk/s1600-h/jihvua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400848175733334130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvOqzQhm4HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6XioTg_9REk/s320/jihvua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Polo Boys!&lt;/span&gt; i would love to try playing water polo one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are still lots of stuff in my list that i wanna do. i wanna go &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ice-skating&lt;/span&gt;, and we were thinking about trying going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K-box&lt;/span&gt;( can't imagine the boys singing, seriously.) LYX plans to go &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lobster catching&lt;/span&gt;. and i wanna go on a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;movie marathon&lt;/span&gt;! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-4151882513248803485?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4151882513248803485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-always-reaaly-boring-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4151882513248803485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4151882513248803485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-always-reaaly-boring-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvOqzoSQeHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PH_wzvORbmw/s72-c/legend-of-the-seeker-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-4797738790688146522</id><published>2009-11-04T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:34:25.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Darren, LYX and Dylan&lt;/span&gt;) went all the way to Hougang to play &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pool!&lt;/span&gt; it was the first time for darren and i. second time for dylan, and maybe the 40th time fr LYX. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our breakfast at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. the breakfast there is really damn nice. ten million times better than mac's, seriously. i had the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; twister&lt;/span&gt;, while the rest of them had porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to play pool and it's actually quite cheap. i wanna go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU1pfYpbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n-fQizp-UzQ/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400472183817938354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU1pfYpbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n-fQizp-UzQ/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Lim Yi Xian trying to distract the opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU1XrxQMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MFWRMaddvi0/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400472179038044354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU1XrxQMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MFWRMaddvi0/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dylan the zai kia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU06zfQeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o0iRUfSyAh8/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400472171285791202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU06zfQeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/o0iRUfSyAh8/s320/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-4797738790688146522?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4797738790688146522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-we-darren-lyx-and-dylan-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4797738790688146522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4797738790688146522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-we-darren-lyx-and-dylan-went.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvJU1pfYpbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/n-fQizp-UzQ/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-4479196433435310990</id><published>2009-11-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:57:53.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a reaaaaly boring and frustrating day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, i played &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SuddenAttack&lt;/span&gt;. yeap. that's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no life-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch, i watched a few movies on my sister's computer. it's funny how some movies which you may have watched a 100 times are still entertaining and funny. i still can't stop laughing at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;white chicks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, i went over to my grandfather's house to dump his giant television set. i mean it, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/span&gt;. my brother and i had to lift it all the way to the lift and bring it down to the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored when i went home. So i watched the TV. the TV may have been on but i was just staring into blank space cos most of the programs were boring. anyway, i can only remember watching the simpsons and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the mentalist&lt;/span&gt;. both are pretty awesome shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. the real pain really came when my mum came home. she seemed to be in a bad mood, but what the f*** does that have anything to do with me? seriously. anyway, i was still watching the TV when she came home. and obviously, the volume was reaaaally loud. so when she asked me questions from upstairs, i had to "shout" back to her. which is logical cos my TV was loud and she was upstairs. and she told me i was being rude cos i was shouting? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i told her i was going to go out with friends tomorrow. then she asked me who i was going with, and i just told her. then she aske what time to what time, i replied i don't know. then she asked for their numbers. i did not want to give her their numbers. it's like normally she doesnt ask for it. why the hell is she asking for them now? it just proves how much she doesn't&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; trust&lt;/span&gt; me and all. then it all led up to a quarrel and my sister came nagging at me, so did my brother. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only put this picture cos' i'm too lazy to transfer photos from my phone into my comp. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvBeFr1IftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IFnMrKlY8YU/s1600-h/ScreenShot_127.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919404975161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvBeFr1IftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IFnMrKlY8YU/s320/ScreenShot_127.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-4479196433435310990?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4479196433435310990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-reaaaaly-boring-and-frustrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4479196433435310990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4479196433435310990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-reaaaaly-boring-and-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SvBeFr1IftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IFnMrKlY8YU/s72-c/ScreenShot_127.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-7990130423831623308</id><published>2009-11-02T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:16:41.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing i wanna say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SORRY NICHOLAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lose a good classmate/friend just cos i was a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt;. hope you understand that i still treat you as a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;friend and buddy&lt;/span&gt;. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su69HB3oPqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zVpJjg4uXXk/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399460931722296994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su69HB3oPqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zVpJjg4uXXk/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I met with Darren at hub this afternoon for lunch before going back to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; AMKSS&lt;/span&gt;. it's funny how sometimes, i keep thinking there's still school. at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AMKSS&lt;/span&gt;, we met with shaun and handed up our &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S2 streaming confirmation slip&lt;/span&gt;. then nicholas came. what can i say? he just looked so &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wee kiat&lt;/span&gt;. haha. we kept laughing at him. maybe cos we haven't seen him in a particular pair of shoes for a long long time. no offense nick, but you looked kinda weird in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was o-k la. i don't know since when Regina(2B'09) joined track, so i was pretty shocked to see her there during training. coach gave her lots of attention. anyways, normal gym training, but we (TS, Darren and Dylan) totally slacked for the burpees. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, it happened. i used tiong seng's deodorant on myself. after handing it back to him. he sprayed it in my face, thinking the thing was locked. i could feel my mouth go dry and my eyes hurt. so i was like "ohfuck!" and began trying to make my way to the toilet with my eyes closed. i was really annoyed by nicholas at that time cos he was like," fake one la, fake de la. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FAKE LA&lt;/span&gt;!!!", while i was in agony. so after rinsing my mouth and eyes, i exploded. i said alot of harsh things that i reaaaly &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; saying. once again, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sorry &lt;/span&gt;nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... maybe i really do have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anger management problems&lt;/span&gt;. :X I know nicholas may not see this post, but i hope he'd cool down after possibly reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-7990130423831623308?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7990130423831623308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-thing-i-wanna-say-is-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/7990130423831623308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/7990130423831623308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-thing-i-wanna-say-is-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su69HB3oPqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zVpJjg4uXXk/s72-c/DSC00522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-5244449216978720368</id><published>2009-11-01T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:14:59.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok. This is gonna be a reaaaaaaaaaaly &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;long post&lt;/span&gt;. My hands are gonna break man. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been going for my swimming trainings for quite awhile now. what made things worse was that yesterday's training was really hardcore. we took our AM test and i can't believe i could still pass after missing so many trainings. my timing: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4minutes 30something seconds&lt;/span&gt;. Time to pass: 5 minutes. :D i'm quite contented with these results but i believe i can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after exhausting myself in training, i decided to ask for a lift in SMeng's dad'd car. In the car, i took out my phone and realised that there's track training today! OMG. i'm gonna die later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's another sentimental post on &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2/4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i still miss you guys!&lt;/span&gt; (except for a few) =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Chan Min Hui: Well, we don't really talk much. in fact, i think we quarrelled more than we talked properly. but i really appreciate it when you put up with my shitass attitude when doing projects. and thanks for doing so much in projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Chiew Chen Ning: Hah! thanks for showing everyone your constipated face on the last day of school, and also being called a chiew. thanks for always providing me with some gossip cos i always eavesdrop. :3 AHCHIEWWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Debbie Loke Jie Hui: Thanks for playing battleon and dragonfable with me when i was bored. that was a long long time ago but i can still remember it. thanks for being such a nice person [except on MSN] and being a part of the entertaining FISHGANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Emily Poh: Nice to have you in 2/4 and helping me with HCL in the first semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. XiaoXi: I still hate you for putting white stuff in my hair. but thanks for giving me so much laughter and joy. can you please fail HCL for once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Jacqueline: Thanks for doing all the shit work like collecting our homeecons homework when most of us don't hand it up on time. You still owe me curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Jolyn: Thanks for chatting with me and listening me out when i'm reaaaaaaaly bored. oh and thanks for letting me LOOK at your homework and helping me loads when you were seated beside me. we had great fun. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Kum Tim Leng: Thanks for being a frog, you taste delicious in porridge and fried onion sauce. =.= Ok la, same as XiaoXi, i still hate you for putting white stuff in my hair. i always thought you were a quiet girl. turned out otherwise. but you're still smart! FAIL SOMETHING PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Lee WanCi: Err... thanks for being a very little and irritating elephant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Lee ZhiHui: First thing i wanna say is... PHUA. i thought you were some nerdy shit when you first came to sit with me. turned out you provided me with entertainment i so much help. thanks for helping me with my homework and stuff. PHUA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. Metis Ng: Thanks for studying with a retard like me before the exams and thanks loads for the notes. they were really useful. i'm thankful to those notes cos i'd have failed science if not for them. all the bad blood in 2008 should be forgotten :X don't be so violent and please don't grow taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. Oh AiQi: Sotong Ahma. err.. thanks for being blur? o.o k la, you are quite blur, but you still excel in your studies. keep up the good work and thanks for being in 2/4. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13. OwEnQi: Err... Thanks for laughing at every little thing(it's retarded but entertaining). and stop wearing a helmet to school, it's against the schoo rules. and stop talking about stupid random things. ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. PangTing: HAHAHAHAHAHA. thanks for helping me out with my homework and maths. you have been a great source of advice and entertainment. You are wise but stop studying and being paranoid. you'd make the perfect pang that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. Tan LiXin: Thanks for being a cat and stop correcting me whether you are a ginger cat, onion cat or whatever. cats are just cats. stop slashing people with your nails cos it's irritating. but thanks for helping me loads with maths, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Nabilah: Just don't be so guailan please. you shouldn't be so bossy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17. XinYee: Thanks for talking to me occasionally between classes. Thanks for being a 2/4-ian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. Tang Yun Rou: Thanks for being really serious about projects at times and letting us use your house as our projects HQ. really appreciate it. stop being retarded o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. Yang ZhengDi: O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. Chang BingXian: Stop emoing around and stop sulking and complaining. face up to whatever you did wrong. Thanks for being such a great LAODA for the BX gang. and also thanks for putting up with me being a retard. thanks for the late night chats with me, although you fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Is there a 21?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. Daniel Chong: Firstly, thanks for being such a good swimming teammate, and a good victim for me to tow, you never sink! Secondly, thanks for being a joker and providing us with so much entertainment. CHINESE CHESS WILL BRING YOU NOWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23. Kenzo Chong: It's really nice to chat with you sometimes cos you're understanding all. but you can be a pain in the ass sometimes. i still miss your shouts for us to STFU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24. Gideon: One sentence. Don't turn gay, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. Shaun Goh: Lol. Thanks for providing me with so much more laughter from the times you do stupid stuff like bully yong ghee, the middle finger dance and such. and also thanks for quarreling with me retardedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;26. Me: Why are you so great and noble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;27. Koh YiXian: Please stop hacking in exams. hope you get your dream girl and stop fantasizing about hot anime characters. stop going to KUMON, it corrupts your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;28. SMeng: Haha! What can i say. hmm... thanks for the frequent rides home in your dad's car after swimming trainings cos i'd be really exhausted. example:last night. Thanks for being kind and understanding when i need help most. you are a nice guy. and thanks for always lending me money when i run out of cash! Thanks for being a good teammate and classmate. And most of all, thanks for being a nice dad! :D i'd miss your flabby butt T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;29. MingHong: Err.. Thanks for being a part of the wonderful 2/4'09. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;30. Lim YiXian: Thanks for providing the class with laughters and being a Kampung boy. hope you excel in badminton. I love your house. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;31. Ryan Lum: Ha. you are the one that provides me with the MOST entertainment. thanks for always playing AI matches with me and stuff when i get reaaaaaaly bored. also, it's really nice chatting and being nonsensical with you. you rock :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;32. Fiqar: First of all, hairy does not equal to manly. get it right. == thanks for always playing soccer with us and being such a nice and understanding guy. and thanks for helping me with my homework and maths. it's really funny when you tip me off about some stuff. i'd mis you, loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;33. Sahrizan: Err... thanks for beating me up when i suan you? haha. you're really funny and greedy. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;34. Ong TiongSeng: Haha. thanks for being a tiong cos you're really comical. You always have your own way of doing things and is really responsible and helpful. you have a kind heart and you loooooooove to joke about things. i'd miss your nonsensical screams, singing and dancing. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;35. Oon JianSheng: Thanks for being nonsensical. i found out that you're really warm-hearted after you brought that injured little bird to class. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;36. Nicholas Tan WEE KIAT: Haha. thanks for quarreling with me jokingly, cos it's great fun. stop growing tall, or my head would only be at your nuts. you're a great listener but you're really funny too. thanks for being a weekiat god and talking to me. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;37. Tan YongGhee: Thanks for being a donkey and being able to put up with bullies and stuff. you're a real goof. though you may seem shaggy and lazy, you're really smart. i love the way you talk about games and soccer matches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;38. Dylan Teo: You can be really funny and stuff and i must admit that there was a time when there was friction between us. all that should be forgotten and thanks for being such a nice guy and a great and understanding friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;39. Umar: Thanks for lending us your socccer ball to play with and helping me loads with my work. love ya' *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;40. Darren Yeo: Hah. you're a great listener to. and you are really unique. i don't know why but i just can't explain it. you are kind of fickle-minded but you're still a really great friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-5244449216978720368?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5244449216978720368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/5244449216978720368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/5244449216978720368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-7458082677140956373</id><published>2009-10-31T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:42:03.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime i listen to my blog's song, i'm reminded of &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2/4'09&lt;/span&gt;. this song just means so much. will we still be in contact with one another next time? will we still hang out and slap each other's asses, scolding each other randomly? and as i said, maybe we'd be friends for forever. The following are just some pictures i find that really show our &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pW-Bp5jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v-XIkWrSh70/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399017002870892082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pW-Bp5jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v-XIkWrSh70/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nicholas: You maybe a donkey, but i still wanna play with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pFrjbd4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oYfhhvefiQU/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016705854502786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pFrjbd4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/oYfhhvefiQU/s320/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K. this is just &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;. but it looks cool :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pFaHJLtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MCfbOESAekE/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016701172461266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pFaHJLtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MCfbOESAekE/s320/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us making our way to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Grande Vista&lt;/span&gt; to have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pFNYbrlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EFGPy1ecOh8/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016697755315794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pFNYbrlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EFGPy1ecOh8/s320/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gays&lt;/span&gt; and we are proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pElRXcaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4oIQE7P36ks/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016686988259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pElRXcaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4oIQE7P36ks/s320/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! we're topless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the topic on my day, so far. i already feel like i have no life. first thing i did when i wake up was to play &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SuddenAttack&lt;/span&gt;. then ryan came online and we played yet another match of AI. but i left the game halfway, cos my grandpa suddenly came to visit us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 4a.m yesterday. gosh, im really tired right now. and i still have swimming training later. it's been 2 months since i attended the last training. i'm gonna die out there. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;someone save the lifesaver!&lt;/span&gt; .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally hate &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bing Xian&lt;/span&gt;, cos he told me to post and promised to read it yesterday at around 3a.m. and guess what? he frikkin' fell asleep. shit you BX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honor Society - Where Are You Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my favorite teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who told me never give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my 5th grade crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I thought I really loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the guys I missedAnd the girls we kissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my ex-best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don´t know how we grew apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my favorite band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sing-alongs in my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the face I seeIn my memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I´m thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You showed me how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to live like I doIf it wasn´t for youI would never be who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my first girlfriendI thought for sure was the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my last girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I screwed it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the ones I loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But didn't show it enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You showed me how,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to live like I doIf it wasnt for youI would never be who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll never see those days again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And things will never be that way again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thats just how it goes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I knowI wont forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- guitar solo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the ones who caredAnd who were there from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the love that leftand took a piece of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the few who´d swearI´d never go anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I´m thinking of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You showed me how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to live like I doIf it wasn´t for youI would never be who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it wasn´t for youI would never be who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it wasn´t for youI´d be nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-7458082677140956373?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7458082677140956373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-i-listen-to-my-blogs-song-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/7458082677140956373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/7458082677140956373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-i-listen-to-my-blogs-song-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/Su0pW-Bp5jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v-XIkWrSh70/s72-c/DSC01122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-8800688770578083679</id><published>2009-10-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:40:54.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Where Are You Now&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honor Society&lt;/span&gt; lyric's are really meaningful. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. can't believe that i actually even logged into my blogger account. this blog has been dead for eons. and i was just too lazy to update until today when Bing Xian just can't stop bugging me to update it. one thing reaaaaaaaly weird is that he wants me to update on the last day of school, when it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAST WEEK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with what i did today. My entire afternoon was kinda boring. I was playing an AI match with ryan, i shall not go into details, cos you'd probably fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, my brother and i went to orchard to meet my mum. we quickly ate pastamania and watched the movie, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;. it was quite good. i didn't read the book though, maybe i should. my mum was crying, but my brother and i were just like "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;". there was an intimate, on hospital bed scene!!! and it is totally inappropriate. it was two teenage(below 18) who suffered from cancer, having &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;. awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the movie, we just walked around Isetan for awhile before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the topic Bing Xian was looking forward to, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Last Day Of School&lt;/span&gt;. i admit it was kinda sad to see that we're all gonna be parting after being together for 2 whole years. who wouldn't be sad? maybe der yunn, but certainly not me. we took afew photos after school. these photos are proof. proof that 2/4 is one. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;we are bonded and united&lt;/span&gt;. and we're gonna miss each other. but hell, won't we be seeing each other in school? what's with the crying. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following photos have probably been seen by you a dozen times in my classmates' blogs. but heck, what else can i put?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can i say, we're just &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SuyHR3nBlRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3S5CLviD1iY/s1600-h/16736_163275714506_622114506_2535833_5517296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398838794365539602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SuyHR3nBlRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3S5CLviD1iY/s320/16736_163275714506_622114506_2535833_5517296_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, everyone's a little hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SuyHRoaVTSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Q0eP_qIkCE/s1600-h/16736_163275709506_622114506_2535832_920302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398838790285774114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SuyHRoaVTSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Q0eP_qIkCE/s320/16736_163275709506_622114506_2535832_920302_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss all you 2/4 peeps(except for afew, well, it can't be helped). im gonna miss playing soccer after school, slapping each other's asses, and well making ourselves look like total morons and idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of afew unique stuff about 2/4. What makes us so frikkin' special:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BX gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PaiKiah gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WeeKiatism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FishGang(lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Being a mix of nutcases, crazy asses and weird people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion, maybe this parting is just a test for us. a test to see if we're really bonded. ten years down the road, i might see dylan on the streets and not even say hi to him. and if we're really bonded, we'd be friends for forever and ever. life is full of &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must be really bored to post such a long essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-8800688770578083679?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8800688770578083679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/8800688770578083679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/8800688770578083679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SuyHR3nBlRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3S5CLviD1iY/s72-c/16736_163275714506_622114506_2535833_5517296_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689437874678666506.post-3668716747621663916</id><published>2009-08-12T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:35:15.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzz... the toolbar disappeared on my own computer. now, im using my mother's computer, and i see the darned toolbar! eff it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored at home now cos' the laptop has been locked and i can't do anything at home. well, i can study. but i don't want to! i just wish that school day would be like wednesdays. no maths, no science and so slacky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into some huge trouble just now when my brother came home. in the morning, i was supposed to turn off the computer for him before leaving for school, but i left it on and came home after school, to play suddenattack. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i got caught. and he scolded the shit out of me. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-3668716747621663916?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3668716747621663916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/zzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/3668716747621663916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/3668716747621663916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-7810585423425766169</id><published>2009-08-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:52:52.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoot! today is holiday. only for AMKSS. for once, i love my school. i got to play abit of suddenattack. but it was so darned lag. i couldn't knife for shit. nothing happened whenever there was a headshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum will be at home the entire day today. so i can't play much. haiz. i just found the toolbar! awesome! i shall post pictures, in my next posts. let's hope the toolbar doesn't disappear. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go play SA! stupid shaun won't reply me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-7810585423425766169?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7810585423425766169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoot-today-is-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/7810585423425766169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/7810585423425766169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoot-today-is-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-4758516937035480647</id><published>2009-08-05T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:21:26.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really think that my hair was long, but mr sim still caught me during a random haircheck. well, not really one. he did it on his own accord, i guess. wednesdays are such slacky days. not much to do. and we still had SSRP! best day in school of my life. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat lunch before going to have a haircut after school. went to hair illusion with kiat, darren, dylan, gideon and daniel. the guy who cut my hair was good. at first, i liked my hair. but i was afraid that it would still be too long. so i kept asking him to cut it shorter. and the final result, a dickhead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go and finish my home econs and send it to my teacher already. crap~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow die~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-4758516937035480647?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4758516937035480647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-really-think-that-my-hair-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4758516937035480647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/4758516937035480647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-really-think-that-my-hair-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-3330589259594259816</id><published>2009-08-03T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:52:43.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. can't believe actually got people tagging my tagboard. haha. school was quite fun today. except for the fact that we had to stay back for some stupid english compre test. tomorrow, we'll have to stay back for home econs test, i think. then, there will still be track and field. i feel so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got owned really bad in yesterday's national lifesaving still waters competition. we were the youngest participants there. so we kinda got owned. but, just being younger doesn't mean we should lose to other people. so i got to train harder! next year, we shall come back and PWN! now, i can only pray hard for a medal in beach flag and beach relay, all happening on the 15th. 2 weeks from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-3330589259594259816?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3330589259594259816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/3330589259594259816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/3330589259594259816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-1867531978927153752</id><published>2009-07-31T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:06:26.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. i don't know why but i just don't have the toolbar above where i can post. the toolbar, which allows me to change the font size and all isn't even there. i don't even have the HTML thingy at the top right. seow meng keeps telling me it's the browser's problem. but i have already tried it on safari, and the toolbar's still missing. i'm still trying my very best to fix it. sighs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played lots of badminton downstairs dylan's house, after school today. we had great fun. i haven't touched a badminton racket in ages. and i was pretty rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to solve the toolbar problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-1867531978927153752?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1867531978927153752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/1867531978927153752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/1867531978927153752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8689437874678666506.post-1858393799347738083</id><published>2009-07-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:51:19.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>First post! finally, could finish this blog, publish a post and all. dylan was supposed to help me! well, he did la. he helped me with stuff like getting the mixpod, akashiya moka and stuff. my first attempt on editing the blog skin was a failure. everything went haywire. so, i started from scratch. and this is the end product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there has been so much conflict in our class and such. plus, there are LOADS of tests. damn it. my maths is so not getting better by the day. and lessons seem to be getting more and more boring. if only school could be like harry potter. whoot whoot. i've decided to read harry potter from the first book onwards. it's kinda awesome. i never realised it when i first read it years ago. if only we had moving staircases and dogs with three heads in our school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kept busy recently with swimming since the competition is just the following sunday! i got three events and i really have to swim damn fast. it's gonna be really competitive out there. i'm gonna die of exhaustion man. i almost slept in class so many times cos'i was tired from yesterday's training. today, i had to rush to track and field training after my maths remedial. there, i skipped for half an hour. and did some drills with the help of Fiqar. i still can't skip for nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming today was quite slack. we did warm up then, 200m obstacle swim and afew rope throws. when i was doing 100m obstacle swim intervals, i had a cramp, in my legs. i was like,"oh f***." then, i screamed to yong zhi and slowly swam back. i massaged my leg, and it got better. so i decided to do some ropethrowing... then i got a cramp, in my left foot. then i had to sit down and massage it AGAIN. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689437874678666506-1858393799347738083?l=erect-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1858393799347738083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/1858393799347738083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689437874678666506/posts/default/1858393799347738083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erect-you.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
