<?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-196915701682627713</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:10.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARSENAL!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196915701682627713.post-310042683550662410</id><published>2007-12-06T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:19:14.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have Moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ontheroadhome.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ontheroadhome.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave a comment there so i can link you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-310042683550662410?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/310042683550662410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=310042683550662410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/310042683550662410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/310042683550662410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-moved-to-ontheroadhome.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-4746169319491075783</id><published>2007-12-03T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:59:23.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEllo once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i will talk about part 2 of the trip to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about the first part please scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on monday we departed from grandma's house to go back to KL to spend the rest of the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were not in KL there was apparently some protest by the Indians there. They are claiming US 4 trillion in compensation from the Brits for exploiting them by bringing them to work in the Rubber/oilpalm plantations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.nstp.com.my/Current_News/NST/Saturday/National/2092557/Article/index_html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read the newspaper online article about their Epic struggle for money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT apparently they protest for nothing. The purpose of the demonstration is to hand in some sort of petition that 10000 indians sign for the Queen to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Queen Elizabeth won't even care about what they are talking about la. Take the petition use as toilet paper only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my uncle, they didnt even hand in the proposal to the embassy or something.&lt;br /&gt;They which was HINDRAF[Hindu Rights Action Force- sound like power rangers sia]. Anyway they like DAMN impotent, haha, gathering like for nothing, also never hand in the dumb petition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACk to my trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday my uncle brought us to the mamak[indian 24 hr coffeshop-got sell teh tarik, prata all that]&lt;br /&gt;But this mamak is like high class one sia the outside got the NEON light wahalmak! POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show u picture then u Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway we all drink teh tarik, some drink milo.&lt;br /&gt;we eat the naan, maggi goreng and roti tissue.&lt;br /&gt;then afterthat go back sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_FkbVjII/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGbupFGM9z4/s1600-R/Photo-0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_FkbVjII/AAAAAAAAAB0/2zOJoqmzvo8/s320/Photo-0392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139802439646809218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 1 of the Mamak NASI KANDAR  [NEON lights like so AH BENG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_Q0bVjJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HpphxO5lA-8/s1600-R/Photo-0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_Q0bVjJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RcMzNb-CF9k/s320/Photo-0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139802632920337554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 2 of the Mamak NASI KANDAR  [NEON lights like so AH BENG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_cEbVjKI/AAAAAAAAACE/oKuKpphPrfs/s1600-R/Photo-0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_cEbVjKI/AAAAAAAAACE/V-YNKpZBrJk/s320/Photo-0397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139802826193865890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture 3 of the Mamak NASI KANDAR  [NEON lights like so AH BENG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_wkbVjMI/AAAAAAAAACU/982Hb17XLEc/s1600-R/Photo-0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_wkbVjMI/AAAAAAAAACU/R6n5n_ZrOkM/s320/Photo-0396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803178381184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Calvin drinking teh tarik[pull]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_nEbVjLI/AAAAAAAAACM/VpS8oT4wKqg/s1600-R/Photo-0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1Q_nEbVjLI/AAAAAAAAACM/G9Lq0FsAogU/s320/Photo-0395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803015172426930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge and loooooooong tissue prata as long as the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to singapore on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THATS ALL FOLKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats Forver For by England Dan &amp;amp; John Ford Coley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been looking at people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And how they change with the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lately, all I've been seeing are people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Throwing love away and losing their minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's me who's gone crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I can't figure out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All these lovers keep hurting each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When good love is so hard to come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what's the glory in living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if love never lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me, what's forever for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been list'nin' to people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they say love is the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it's not my way to let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lead me astray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's only that I want to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, what's the glory in living,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore?&lt;br /&gt;And if love never lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's forever for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see in-love hungry people&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' their best to survive&lt;br /&gt;While in their heads they dream of romance&lt;br /&gt;If they could keep it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, what's the glory in living,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore?&lt;br /&gt;And if love never lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's forever for.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if love never lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's forever for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-4746169319491075783?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4746169319491075783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=4746169319491075783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196915701682627713.post-2973693528726106694</id><published>2007-12-02T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:30:42.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now blog about my exciting trip to malaysia that happened a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We[family=father+brothers] left Singapore on thursday for KL to my uncles house to stay for a day before heading up to penang to visit my Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride up was rather boring. There is a vast difference between the scenery on the way up from Johor to Kuala Lumpur and from KL to Penang. The scenery from Johor to KL is absolutely boring all plantations.[to those who are thinking of going to KL, make sure you sleep super duper late the night before to ensure you sleep in the car in order to miss the boring part-this does not apply to drivers though].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKK, back to the trip. So we reached our Uncle's house at about 8 at night[i think there was a stupid jam somewhere] had dinner which the maid cooked, which was nothing fantastic and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Dad and I went to have Breakfast at some coffeeshop. We had Choa Kway Teow and Prawn Mee. Malaysian Choa Kway Teow and Prawn Mee is totally different from the Singapore version. Singapore Choa Kway Teow got the stupid sweet black sauce that make the whole thing taste like sweet and its super wet. Malaysia one on the other hand is drier and without the blacksauce. The Prawn Mee is also different but I lazy to say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we go to the One Utama shopping center to go the bookshop there. There got 2 Bookshops that are quite big which are TIMES and MPH[malaysia publishing House i think].&lt;br /&gt;I got one book but my dad bought like 5 cost over 200 bucks[ringgit for those who care about such details] though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat we went back to my uncles house to eat dinner and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning which is a Saturday morning[for those who have a problem with dates and numbers], we headded up to Penang. The Highway runs through the mountainous regions near Ipoh and the view there was NICE. My ears keep popping though[ this is due to the rapid increase in ALTITUDE/HEIGHT-for those science nutts]. Passed the usual scenery of the mountains, the temple in the Cliffs, the cement factories, the granite quarries. sorry no picture hor, cause when in the car then moving quite fast then my camera is the lousy type so take already will blur, drive slower also cannot as i not driving. next year i try to take picture la k.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think that every year there is a granite hill disapperaing there sia. 10 years ago and now the difference is super noticable like all the hills disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for you all ah, theres such thing call internet. so got PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L-wym86FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J6LFVG_Fu40/s1600-R/Highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L-wym86FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3xTh1egkS0Q/s320/Highway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139450238955481170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from the highway of the Granite hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L-KSm86EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/U2zd_Wy5VCc/s1600-R/HIll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L-KSm86EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wvJujvdwSas/s320/HIll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139449577530517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hills&lt;/span&gt;[cow and buffalo included]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L_MCm86GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/B8TqqLKF5lA/s1600-R/Granite+Quarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L_MCm86GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DSnfu_iMMpU/s320/Granite+Quarry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139450707106916450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the Granite Quarry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L_Wim86HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/93x6OmUZ20w/s1600-R/Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L_Wim86HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KxbX8g0o6Dk/s320/Temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139450887495542898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Temple in the Cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride took about 3 plus to 4 hours. We soon reached Juru[the name of the place my Grandma stays]. This place so ulu until the picture also don't have. It is near the town of Butterworth. This one got picture but you all see already also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma house is a single story house that has 4 rooms i think. we took one of the rooms. so we stayed there for about 3 days till monday[once again for those who have a problem with dates and numbers].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days i think it was a Sunday we made the short trip over to Pulau Pinang[Penang Island for those who dont understand malay]. We went to a shopping center call Gurney Plaza which was located near the coastline. Did some shopping there. Afterthat my dad went to collect the Tau Saur Peah which he had pre-oredered. The shop is so popular that they need you to order one day in advance. Walk-in sales are subject to the availability of Peah. This time we did not go to eat the DAMN NICE DAMN SHIOK CHENDUL though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places to visit on Pulau Pinang include Pinang hill and maybe the snake temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MEiim86II/AAAAAAAAAA8/-Npt3lcC-6k/s1600-R/2541243-Penang_Bridge_Asias_longest_worlds_3rd-George_Town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MEiim86II/AAAAAAAAAA8/GnzUvbScYsw/s320/2541243-Penang_Bridge_Asias_longest_worlds_3rd-George_Town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139456591212112002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penang bridge, the link between mainland and the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MEwSm86JI/AAAAAAAAABE/LM7lSJEhLBQ/s1600-R/2929910-From_the_hill-George_Town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MEwSm86JI/AAAAAAAAABE/M3rE0vVf2kY/s320/2929910-From_the_hill-George_Town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139456827435313298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the top of Penang Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1ME0Cm86KI/AAAAAAAAABM/FUPUHsS32uU/s1600-R/Penang+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1ME0Cm86KI/AAAAAAAAABM/X1DqRSa-B2Y/s320/Penang+Hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139456891859822754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another picture from the top of Penang Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1ME4im86LI/AAAAAAAAABU/GSjIdD9V-KM/s1600-R/3770448-Local_Dessert-Penang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1ME4im86LI/AAAAAAAAABU/NJXDQfVrAHg/s320/3770448-Local_Dessert-Penang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139456969169234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Famous Penang Road Cheldul[ you have to eat standing there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1ME7im86MI/AAAAAAAAABc/QNibf9p9ihI/s1600-R/2431592-Local_Dessert-Penang+chendol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1ME7im86MI/AAAAAAAAABc/cA7fjQhl14Q/s320/2431592-Local_Dessert-Penang+chendol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139457020708841666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chendul close-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MGlSm86NI/AAAAAAAAABk/PUxuZIym2Ng/s1600-R/Photo-0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MGlSm86NI/AAAAAAAAABk/N3aTUeJovNY/s320/Photo-0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139458837480007890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Place where we collected Tau Sar Peah. Ghee Hiang been around for 150 years already damn old. They are also famous for sesame oil. Click &lt;a href="http://www.ghee-hiang.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MHeym86OI/AAAAAAAAABs/W-0j0kaIeTg/s1600-R/tsp-small.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1MHeym86OI/AAAAAAAAABs/Mo8LBk4H29c/s320/tsp-small.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139459825322485986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAMN nice Tau Sar Peah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today will update tomorrow. ENjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-2973693528726106694?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2973693528726106694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=2973693528726106694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2973693528726106694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2973693528726106694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-i-shall-now-blog-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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/_6dq5G6HxxIs/R1L-wym86FI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3xTh1egkS0Q/s72-c/Highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196915701682627713.post-2494627100001576722</id><published>2007-11-26T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:42:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bloggin from the land of the malaysia on my nice boring holiday there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see i am very bored and thus have to resort to blogging to keep myself occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am turing into a zombie as i cant seem to sleeep earlier than 3 that is awwsomely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see where to start. hhhhhhmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya  i am now back in KL where there is internet to use so i can blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to penang for the past few days[2 days only la] to visit my grandma [father's mum]&lt;br /&gt;she stays in penang so we went to penang. not penang island but somewhere near butterworth[i later post pics give people see where isit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the place where she stay only got one shopping mall[ for those girls who like to shop and want to stop you can move there, it will cure the addiction]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sell the underwear all that also very cheap. food is ok. got lots of open space too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrive in Juru[my grandma's neighbourhood or something like that la] go to her house and slack slack. at night go eat dinner. come home and then disturb the neighbour dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian to blog already shall continue tml. will try to upload pics also! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-2494627100001576722?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2494627100001576722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=2494627100001576722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2494627100001576722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2494627100001576722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-im-bloggin-from-land-of-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-8386313578395758011</id><published>2007-11-08T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:08:15.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hey all! I bored so I blog. That’s how the URL came abt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -&lt;br /&gt;I have shudder'd at it.&lt;br /&gt;I shudder no more.&lt;br /&gt;I could be martyr'd for my religion&lt;br /&gt;Love is my religion&lt;br /&gt;And I could die for that.&lt;br /&gt;I could die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Emo sia! But its olk. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; like got more and more EMO people. Everything also black, not hot meh? Siao one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hahah. Ok pw is finally over, but then there is nothing to do for the holidays. Got any advice on wad to do? Haha. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I think I should go back to chionging bike, but then now the weather is like lousy nonsense. Hah. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sian&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Why am I typing in sentences. Siao liao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Should I change my blogskin?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t feel like.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bye nothing to talk abt? hahaahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-8386313578395758011?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8386313578395758011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=8386313578395758011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/8386313578395758011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/8386313578395758011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-all-i-bored-so-i-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-7719357337917741609</id><published>2007-08-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:51:56.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29762.html"&gt;Things do not change; we change.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog has been kinda dead and people are asking me to blog. So I shall provide a rare entry. haha. ok lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now lying terribly sick at home[read it as pon], but I still have enough energy to come and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first post in a very longggg while but I don’t know wad to say!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya now the POLY people got exam all that, then the JC people all become muggers! studying for the promosss.so everybody seem to be like studying except for me and the queen of last minute[I dun want to name names la].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its so boring at home when all of the people are in SCHOOL, I shall talk about soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday or Sunday Manchester city[the lousy club that beat the almighty league conquerors MANCHESTER UNITED. Man u fan dun angry ah.] come to the emirates stadium for their away game and arsenal’s home game.[if you dun understand as the ah pek at coffeeshop]. MANCHESTER city got new manager and owner. One is a swede and the other is a thai. So far they not bad, starting win quite abit, but arsenal is going to smash them back into the ground[if they never dun come and suan me ah, it not my fault]. But luckily the jens lemon not playing, so maybe the match not so kelong[errrr….]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya somebody need to hear abt Cinderella rite. The story very long so must part by part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTING…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Once upon a time long long ago in a galaxy far far away, in the small island planet of Singapore, there lived an ah lian* called CINDYRELLA. She was the smallest of all the 4 ah lians in the family. AH lian 1 being the mother of all ah lians the LAO bu**…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for those who possess extremely good English skills&lt;br /&gt;*often petite girl that can be fat also that has no sense of fashion and like to dress up in revealing clothes. They often come from schools that read BEDOK…&lt;br /&gt;**mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres the introduction. please wait to see/read somemore.if you cannot wait then dun lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BYE CRUEL WORLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-7719357337917741609?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7719357337917741609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=7719357337917741609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7719357337917741609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7719357337917741609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-do-not-change-we-change.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-668652239488680431</id><published>2007-05-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:11:11.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;When is the age where even the moment we go from being kids to being... something else? I mean so much can happen in a year. People say that we're growing up too fast today. Sometimes adults make it sound like it's our fault, or at least our choice. But how can we not? We feel invisible, and we know so much. One thing I do know is that we're so eager to lose our innocence and I wonder if one day we'll look back and wish we hadn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have the pleasure of announcing that Man U has won the title. Even though arsenal didn’t win they still played to a draw with those &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; loser players that are all&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; pai&lt;/span&gt; kia[bad boy/hooligans]. The entire &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; team is full of gangsters that go in with their studs up and play cheat everywhere. The Biggest DOG of all is the captain dog john terry. He is the most cheating stupid assed English piece of shit. When &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:city&gt; come to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I hope to form a confederation of anti &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; club that will bombard the team bus with eggs from the time they leave the airport. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;CHELSEA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; SUCKS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Time to talk about the Labour Day fun in the sun event. &lt;/span&gt;As expected team red bull won thanks to chuan&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; ens&lt;/span&gt; powderfull beee booooo. If anyone needs a professional bee poooer then call him. He can tahan[hold] for 45 seconds. NICE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hehe. Recently I have been taking MRT quite often. I have just realized that there is a common trend among Singaporeans. They are the inconsiderate types of people that have no civic mindedness. They may not&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; necessarily&lt;/span&gt; be the aunty that you see at the coffee shop or the uncle you see at the kopitiam. Before the train door open, some even better, before the train even reach the station. The train like 2 minutes away, they stand infront of the boxes of the yellow colour lines and park their asses there. When the train arrives they make no attempt to manaeuver their colossal asses out of the way of the alighting passengers. Instead they rush into the cabin like the MRT train is going to disappear before they can eat their kaya toast, HAIZ. So sian ah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then this Thursday went to tm to buy people’s present[ I dun want to name names la]. Haha. So meet jared ian and phildia at the starbucks there go lim kopi[drink coffee] yea. So we after buy the present I want go eat so we go subway. At there we see ian’s classmate, got 1 girl have close resemblance to QUEEN LATIFA. HAHAHAHAHAH. I laugh until cannot laugh. I eat the Thursday special aready still cannot finish DAMN FULL. So a go tarpow[take away] to go home and eat. Then we go back tm to buy somebody present, but then gam gam[just nice] no stock. So we take bus till parkway to go buy. Somehow I volunteered to wrap all the presents. HIAZ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is Friday, after the boring math lesson I go mj with zhilun watch them play. Not bad ah they all. After that go eat ice cream, bak chor mee with aaron ben and denise. Cause it was denise birthday on 12 march!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok nothing to say le. BYEBYE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-668652239488680431?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/668652239488680431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=668652239488680431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/668652239488680431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/668652239488680431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-is-age-where-even-moment-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-4583720736490077457</id><published>2007-04-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:23:10.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JC life is  rather fun I must say. Must be due to the fact that I slack so much. Econs is such a nightmarish subject, that half the time I don’t understand wad the lecturer is talking about. Yesterday the lecture was about firms and profit and whatever, all I could understand is about the burger woman video. I see that most of the cohort sleeps during lectures in the CC. I think it’s the school culture.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather slack day without GP. As  my teacher got something on. So went to watch SA soccer take on Hwa Chong. HAHA. The match like super 1 sided.  I think the HCI nerds only got like possession for 30 mins in the whole match? The centre back super big but the marking like sai[shit/lousy]. He let the shorter SA striker get free header in the penalty box. I think the HCI keeper handling also suspect. He keeping letting the ball fly out of his hands and then flounder around trying to catch the ball like some fish trapped on the land. I think he must have forgot to check his physics textbook and the forces chapter before he play that’s why he cannot catch properly. I think he also forgot to bring his GC to calculate the parabolic arc of the ball’s flight. Hahaa&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Someone wants me to write a story about Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;But I dun want so childish la. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I forget, yesterday those blue[I shall not state the description] of Chelsea eked out a 1-0 win at ANT-field. I wanted Liverpool to win not because I like them but because of my extreme dislike for the overrated, overpaid, oversized, cheating Chelsea dogs. Hahah. They are really lucky sods and should have long been out of many competitions. I hope the owner gets caught for some kind of fraud and linked to the Russian mafia and sent to the gulags of Russia where he has to work his white ass of under the eyes of some guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing I forgot to mention. I am extremely&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; homophobic&lt;/span&gt;, so if u have gay tendencies or are already gay please stay far away.  The gay I mean here is not the “happy” type of gay but the homosexual type of gay. I will not hesitate to give you a 50% off bellow if u attempt to even stray near me. I think you will thank me for that in the end as I have saved you a significant sum of money from the future operation costs in the future in your bid to fully turn into one of the monsters that prowl the streets of changi village.[for those innocent readers, changi village is full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;transsexual monsters&lt;/span&gt; that cant wait to get laid for money]. The reason I am saying this is that there is this super gay faggot in my school that make me cringe everytime I see him. He is so gay that he can be considered to be part women already. During sports day when he was playing musical chairs it was such a disgusting sight that I felt like throwing a bomb at him and saving the world from having to witness the gay sight. I think ivan and I feel the same on this matter. I wonder why the people around us keep giving us dirty looks? Hahaha. Is it wrong that we call him a GAY? Wrong ah? I certainly don’t think so man. so unless you are some kind of gay advocate or something then be angry!! its your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to this, the gay and lesbian community of Singapore are having a proposal to make gay and lesbian behaviour legal. What is wrong with these people man. some belive that they are born to be GAY and LESBIAN. I think that is a bunch of big pile of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BULLCRAP/HORSESHITTY/COWDUNG/ELEPHANTDUNG&lt;/span&gt;, ah whatever makes happy la ha. I tell you why GAY AND LESBIAN deserve to be put on 1 small island and then drop 10000 napalm bomb and burn their homosexual asses away. Here are some reasons why homo’s[homosexuals] are disgusting and don’t contribute to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around vulgar people will make you vulgar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior.People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;only raise straight children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Homosexuality is not natural. Real people always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, air conditioning and organs that are not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reason 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still aren’t supposed to marry whites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reason 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Straight marriage will be less meaningful if homosexual marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got anything to say, can tag my blog, but if you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt; don’t think abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-4583720736490077457?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4583720736490077457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=4583720736490077457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4583720736490077457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4583720736490077457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-homies.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-5032320525634324369</id><published>2007-04-19T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:34:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?  I guess that wouldn't work.  Someone would leave.  Someone always leaves.  Then we would have to say good-bye.  I hate good-byes.  I know what I need.  I need more hellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all complainers/friends/readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating my blog. I have been rather busy these few weeks with school. Haha. I am currently in SAJC in a class called 07A11. The people In my class are rather ok. Haha. I have decided to blog because I have just witnessed the good news of arsenal beating those Bolton [I shall not state the adjective used] 2-1. so what if it isn’t a magnificent score line of 7-1 or something, a win is a win. Special mention goes to ivan campo, that cheating toot that was sent off, his red card was long overdue. Fabregas scored a magnificent solo goal within 45 seconds after the restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church last sat was rather fun. Had a sermon about conversational evangelism. During the week, arsenal came out 3-1 winners against man city with Rosicky, fabregas and baptisa both getting goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life has been rather good, but its stressful, even now during Chinese must study. I am not used to doing that. Hahaha. But oh wells it’s a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATMAN, SUPERMAN, ALI BABA, SMART BLANGA&lt;br /&gt;What do they have in Common?&lt;br /&gt;[tag if u want the answer] HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t have anything much to talk about, so if you want to see something on this blog, you can tag and then I will try my best to accommodate your request. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-5032320525634324369?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5032320525634324369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=5032320525634324369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5032320525634324369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5032320525634324369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-cant-we-get-all-people-together-in.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-3756616635983655717</id><published>2007-03-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:34:50.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we always go out of our way to hold on to the wrong ones and let the right ones slip right through our fingers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, you will meet many people, some people come then go. Others stay for awhile then take something when they leave..&lt;br /&gt;You came, stayed for a while….then left, taking with you my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the time we first met…..&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting alone in the corner of the room, not knowing anyone at the party.&lt;br /&gt;Then I caught sight of you and you took my breath away. Your big oval eyes sparkled with joy, your mouth widened into a smile that ended with 2 cute dimples at the end of  your lovely face. When you introduced yourself, your words sounded like music to my ears, I was at a loss for words and stuttered my reply back.  You just stood there and smiled at my pitiful attempt. You sat right beside me and started talking, soon you were laughing at my lame jokes and I was laughing at your even lamer jokes.We had so much in common; it was almost as if we had met in the past…&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything to see you once again……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite arsenal losing 1-0 to everton, I still have the mood to update my blog. I shall talk about the first official day as a SAINT. I went to school today dressed in the extremely nice SAJC blue and white uniform, unfortunately, it was like raining/pouring/giant crying. Lucky I met zhilun and his friends on the bus so can share umbrella with  them then no need to get so wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school the whole day was doing admin stuff which is of course super INTERESTING. It captured 100% of my attention. LIKE REAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school go home then go cycling the after go church for cell. After cell I go send my RFL club member home. HAHAHAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting in front of the computer listening to oldies that have such thought provoking lyrics, unlike modern tunes that have no moral values and just repeatedly blast repeated no meaning words and nonsensical stuff into teenagers ears. In the oldies it was always talking about a missed chance in love, a past love that returns, a longing for someone that is aready gone. The lyrics put you in a mood to sit at the computer and stone here, thinking about life and what has life brought upon us thus far in 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;Some may have enjoyed a carefree 17 or more or less years of existence, all the needs provided for, a complete family and wonderful parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet some people do not know how to appreciate what they have infront of their very eyes. They are often disgruntled with minor things such as the having the same thing for lunch in a week. They demand variety from their poor mothers and yet when the poor mum whips up something nice and new, they look at it with distaste, their eyes hooded, mouths upturned and pushing the bowl away without a second glance. This people have it all in their lives, food, parents, house, yet they will never learn to appreciate how blessed they truly are. Compared to the homeless, foodless, shoeless, clotheless children in Africa, the pampered lot of Singaporean’s have yet to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I don’t know why I ranted about that. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-3756616635983655717?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3756616635983655717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=3756616635983655717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/3756616635983655717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/3756616635983655717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-do-we-always-go-out-of-our-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-1250866173295366687</id><published>2007-03-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:10:00.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Way Back Into LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow over head&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need &lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it true without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me decide again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-1250866173295366687?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1250866173295366687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=1250866173295366687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/1250866173295366687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/1250866173295366687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/way-back-into-love.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-7213066271497732484</id><published>2007-03-14T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:25:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“And as I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there will ever be a day when I will get over your smile…when I will let go of the hugs you gave me, that I continue to feel. A day when I forget the words you said to me…forget what you meant to me, or forget how much I love you. But no matter what you did to me, or whatever happens to us…I know I could never get over, let go, or forget you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to recent complaints that I have not been updating my nice nice emo emo emo superemo blog according to many many people, I have decided to post 1 entry that is not that emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday was JARED’s 17 birthday. The birthday committee arrived at the chalet to decorate the place and do all the usual stuff. The chalet was rather big but the whole place reeked of dogshit all over  man. Had lots of fun at his party including a 17 year old guy pillow fight, abit with the includence of a 1 marcus, who is underaged and did not sign a consent form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the first day of our CIA retreat. We checked into this budget hotel called FRAGRANCE HOTEL apparently the hotel lived up to its name. the second floor in which I room was located reeked with some kind of apparent disgusting odour which I cannot find the words to describe. After we checked in the cell retreat begin in full swing. I headed out with my group to complete the amazing navigation of the little India. I am pleased to announce that we won that race..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we played cards and watched the romantic movie music and lyrics that had all the ladies in the cell crooning “ so sweet. Awww etc” whenever hugh grant did something romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that sums up the retreat for ya…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say the things&lt;br /&gt;I want to say sometimes&lt;br /&gt;There's no one here but you and me&lt;br /&gt;And that broken old street light&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;We'll leave the world outside&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Are these five words when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Until that dream was you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sky's a different blue&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wear no disguise&lt;br /&gt;If I tried, you'd make believe&lt;br /&gt;That you believed my lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;For parting my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up when I fall down&lt;br /&gt;You ring the bell before they count me out&lt;br /&gt;If I was drowning you would part the sea&lt;br /&gt;And risk your own life to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;We'll leave the world outside&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Are these five words when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;For being my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You parted my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gave me wings&lt;br /&gt;You parted my lips&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-7213066271497732484?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7213066271497732484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=7213066271497732484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7213066271497732484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7213066271497732484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-as-i-stand-here-looking-at-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-4793258248037244116</id><published>2007-03-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:17:43.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day by day he longed for her,&lt;br /&gt;Every thought he thought was of her,&lt;br /&gt;“Why did things turn out this way?” he would ask, with every passing day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month ago today he was happy as a lark,&lt;br /&gt;But now he goes to the movies or maybe to the park,&lt;br /&gt;And walks over to the same old seat where they sat,&lt;br /&gt;Alone in his soul, alone in the cold. &lt;br /&gt;The warm memories come flodding back, &lt;br /&gt;Of the day that they met, &lt;br /&gt;But to him today’s just another day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to parties, &lt;br /&gt;They all gather 'round him and seem to know his name,&lt;br /&gt;They laugh, tell a few jokes, but it still doesn't ease his pain,&lt;br /&gt;He can't hide from the memory, &lt;br /&gt;even though day after day he’s tried,&lt;br /&gt;He keeps saying “she'll be back”, but today again he’s lied....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees her face everywhere he goes,&lt;br /&gt;Down the street they walked, &lt;br /&gt;on the screen of the picture show they watched,&lt;br /&gt;He hears her voice as the cold winds blow, &lt;br /&gt;like the sweet music on the radio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As another day comes to an end,&lt;br /&gt;He’s looking' for a letter or something'&lt;br /&gt;Anything that she would send,&lt;br /&gt;But he’s left with nothing but a memory,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having her in the palm of his hand - faded into eternity.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All most every morning&lt;br /&gt;He'd stare out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;And think of where she might be,&lt;br /&gt;He’s written her letters,&lt;br /&gt;That he'd like to send,&lt;br /&gt;If she would just send one to him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-4793258248037244116?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4793258248037244116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=4793258248037244116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4793258248037244116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4793258248037244116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-by-day-he-longed-for-her-every.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-2301722313684171738</id><published>2007-02-21T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T08:43:20.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl: Give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: What?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: My heart, give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: But I'm not done with it.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: But you broke it, now I have to glue it back together. I'd let you glue it back together, but obviously you don't know how to handle someone’s heart. So I'll just take it back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try to get over someone, you will still have some sort of feeling for them, remembering the ways things used to be, and how they are now. And you sometimes hope that the new person in their life was still you, and everything was how it used be, erasing all the bad things that happened. Time is supposed to make things better, but in love it doesn't. Although we have been apart for a while, and now have different loves in our life, I still can't help wondering how your life is, and when I catch you glancing at me, I can't help but wonder if your heart beats a little faster, as mine does when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I lazy to blog le. And I know that the past tense of eat is ATE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Song of the day&lt;br /&gt;I Think God Can Explain-Splendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things I understand&lt;br /&gt;And there's a lot of things that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only face I recognize&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn sweet of you&lt;br /&gt;to look me in the eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I'm O.K. &lt;br /&gt;I think God can explain&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm the same&lt;br /&gt;I get caried away&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I'm O.K. &lt;br /&gt;I think God can explain&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved I'm relaxed&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it yet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sent of vasoline&lt;br /&gt;in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;The feel of an icecube&lt;br /&gt;Melting overtime&lt;br /&gt;The world seems bigger&lt;br /&gt;Than both of us&lt;br /&gt;Yet it seems so small&lt;br /&gt;when I begin to cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better than you guessed&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much bigger than you guessed&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much brighter than you guessed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God can explain&lt;br /&gt;I think God can explain&lt;br /&gt;I think God can explain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-2301722313684171738?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2301722313684171738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=2301722313684171738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2301722313684171738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2301722313684171738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/girl-give-it-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-5375775658566423386</id><published>2007-02-19T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:10:28.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how you can think you're completely over someone but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even get a glance of her on the street....just in an instant, it can change all that. And you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you're sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or will ever be. Everything's just perfect. For that split second that you've locked eyes, a tiny whisper, say 'make this last forever, only and just this moment forever and ever'. But after a second or so, you go along your own merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss her, how much you still love her...and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of those unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them. Try as you may, you can't make someone love you…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong dong dong chiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby wish everybody a happy Chinese new year. As for angpaos, u can wait long long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I never blog for very long le, but that’s because I in Malaysia ma. HAH. That’s just a bullshit excuse. I just lazy to blog. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall start on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 16 feb &lt;br /&gt; I woke up today and planned to go back to TK go see the Chinese new year concert ma. So I go call jian, cause I know he confirm sleeping 1, and I was correct. So as usual we were late la,  but nevermind la, the concert was not that fantastic anyway la, so I think we were quite lucky to miss the first part. Unluckily for us, we still kenna must hear the princess of act-cutes, the i-dunno-wads-her-name-the-chinese-teacher who sing the song with the boy playing guitar. She sing so high, until I cannot hear. Like that sing for wad. Afterward the counsellor come and give orange. Hahah. Then we both ask for 1 packet, surprisingly ah, they got give. Must be Jians charm at work.. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then afterthat play soccer, quite fun ba.&lt;br /&gt; In the afternoon go home then must get ready to go to Malaysia. Go home then chiong around to look for clothes and stuff to bring. In the end left abt 4 plus like that. Drove all the way to KL, reached my uncles house at bout 930[atnight]. Eated some hor fun, but was not fun at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 17 feb&lt;br /&gt; Woke up super early to try to beat the jam to penang. But sadly the try is good, but still kenna must wait in the jam there. Sian. Sit the car 2 hours nia, only go until Rawang, which is this town on the outskirts of KL. Go there to eat WAN TON MEE by the roadside. After that feeling warm and toasty from the tea c. go back to the car sit. But when we go back to the highway, still go jam. So just sit in the car and stone lor. Then somemore raining. Look out of the window also see blur blur thing. I took out the eragon book and read. In the end I finish the book also haven reach yet. It took 8 plus hours to reach JURU, the place where my grandma stays. Along the way, we passed a reststop. Power man, the car like park until 1 km out from the actuall reststop. I bet the toilet must be chao ka ai si [smelly until can die]. So in the end never stop there, tahan[tolerate] abit 30 km later then stop. Normally the journey take abt 3 to 4 hours, this time take 8 power.&lt;br /&gt;Go there and eat lunch, very very late lunch. I tell you man the kway teow soup super power. The soup is clear soup made by putting red date in the water and boil. It taste like water. All the topping is vegetarian. Even the fishcake also fake 1, like got the taste but dun have the taste. Go even fake lard. Whahaha. Power&lt;br /&gt; In the evening the whole family gathered for reunion dinner. The dinner also vegetarian 1. they got replacement for everything la. Fake pig kidney, fake small fish, fake fish cake, fake chicken, fake duck. Sadly to say they taste like the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 18 feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today is the collect angpao day. So everyone come my grandma house to visit. No need to go visit also can get angpao. Powerful man. I think if I stay there longer my Cantonese can sure improve 1. everyone like talking dunno wad dialect. But mostly is talking and asking how tall am i. wAHAHAHAH :]&lt;br /&gt;There got all the touching advertisement on tV by petronas. Ahah. Saddening man. Serious. Also got all the lame movies. Lunch and dinner was also vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 19 feb&lt;br /&gt; Woke up early today to chong all the way home to Singapore. Wake up like 730, say goodbye to everybody and off we went. Today I also realised that the food at swensens suck. I also dunno why. At night went to chong at Gabby godsis house.had fun there. Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever- Brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything uh to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all your life&lt;br /&gt;Do just about anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get to you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you in my world&lt;br /&gt;Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-5375775658566423386?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5375775658566423386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=5375775658566423386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5375775658566423386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5375775658566423386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/isnt-it-funny-how-you-can-think-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-6872288049031695849</id><published>2007-02-10T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:17:52.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys like a challenge. Especially when it comes to girls. They love the chase. They find the girl that is so out of their reach that they know there is no possible way that they will have her, yet they still try. Many times, they're like hamsters on a hamster wheel, going around and around trying to reach something...when there's never actually anything there for them to reach. It's really sad though. They play love like it's just a game of cat and mouse, when love should never be a game. What I don't understand is why those guys never go for the girl that is already there. That girl that sticks beside them and tells them to go for it, when deep down they are crying inside because they love that boy with every part of their existence. And so often that girl gets up the nerve to tell the boy how she feels...only to get a 'that's sweet' or a 'wow, you're making me blush'. Now you may think this girl is fool...but truthfully she has more balls than that guy that just broke her heart. And though she's dying inside, she stays beside him, trying her hardest to make him happy. And that boy just brushes off those words like they were nothing and tries to find another challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after the long absence from blogging, I think no one also miss me, so never mind.&lt;br /&gt; On Friday was the release of the o level results. Went to sch dressed in the uniform for the last time ever. Walked around the place where I spent 4 years of my life, making new friends, getting scolding from teachers, standing outside class, playing soccer and all the nonsense. Finally the time came for us to enter the hall and listen to the dreaded talk before the results were finally released to us. The agonising wait lasted the duration of about 35 minutes, it certainly didn’t feel like 35 minutes, it  felt like it was the longest time in my life. Though not as long as the wait for the bus, to go home, at a certain moment a certain 1 year plus years ago. It felt like eternity.&lt;br /&gt; The new principal announced the top scorers, with the usual suspects claiming the topspots. According to the P, our batch did better than the previous 1. I was sitting next to the Umesh who apparently got 7 A1. makin me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt; I walked up to the table and mdm ong handed me the results. I never see at first, super scared la, then I took a peek and see quite a few a’s so not scared liao, then I see I got 5 a’s, not that bad la.&lt;br /&gt; My L1 R5 kenna is 11, I think I get b3 for e maths is damn stupid of me la.wad an idot, who gets b for maths. Dun wanna talk abt a maths.&lt;br /&gt; I just want thank god for the results that were better than expected and without his grace and his divine strength that gave me the perseverance to chiong for the exam, and the wisdom he has provided me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel tonight- bay city rollers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the music way down low&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you in the glow&lt;br /&gt;In the fire light you are shining&lt;br /&gt;Though it's much too soon to know&lt;br /&gt;If this love I feel will grow&lt;br /&gt;Let's take tonight to start out finding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the way I feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I will keep your candle burning&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the way I feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;And the way I feel tonight - I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the door and turn the key&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;I can see your love light glowing&lt;br /&gt;Let your body melt in mine&lt;br /&gt;Let us taste each others wine&lt;br /&gt;Till the cup is over flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the way I feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;I will keep your candle burning&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the way I feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;And the way I feel tonight - I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fades with chorus - Baby I love you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-6872288049031695849?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6872288049031695849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=6872288049031695849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/6872288049031695849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/6872288049031695849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/guys-like-challenge.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-4453430445597956138</id><published>2007-02-05T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:17:53.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoooooo! Im lazy to blog. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day&lt;br /&gt;I’m Your Angel- r Kelly and celine dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mountain's too high for you to climb&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is have some climbing faith, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;No river's too wide for you to make it across&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is believe it when you pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[R. Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;And then you will see the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And every day will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both]&lt;br /&gt;1 - I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[R. Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;I saw your teardrops and I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;All you need is time&lt;br /&gt;Seek me and you shall find&lt;br /&gt;You have everything and you're still lonely&lt;br /&gt;It don't have to be this way&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Celine]&lt;br /&gt;And then you will see the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And all of your days will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;So all of your fears just cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[R ] And when it's time to face the storm&lt;br /&gt;[Celine] I'll be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;[R ] Grace will keep us safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;[Celine] And I know we will survive&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems as if your end is drawing near&lt;br /&gt;[R ] (The end is drawing near)&lt;br /&gt;[Celine] Don't you dare give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;[R ] (Oh no)&lt;br /&gt;[Celine] Just put your trust beyond the skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-4453430445597956138?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4453430445597956138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=4453430445597956138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4453430445597956138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4453430445597956138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoooooo-im-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-5906186958374789234</id><published>2007-01-31T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:43:48.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore 2 thailand 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the national stadium to watch the first leg finals of the asean championship. It was a tense match with Singapore getting of the blocks to a flying start.&lt;br /&gt;At the kickoff, alam shah charged into the centre circle, when he emerged from it the thai striker was lying on the ground. Then the crowd started booing!. Hahaha the atmosphere was super nice and loud. People were cheering madly for Singapore. &lt;br /&gt; In the end alam shah got the first goal, firing home a snap shot after much chaos in the box, the thai goalkeeper left stranded. The first half remained a tight affair, with both sides sharing the spoils and possession.&lt;br /&gt; The second half started with Thailand looking more dangerous and it showed with the goal. Although the build-up to the goal I think there was a foul by the thai player, the referee allowed play on and the striker rounded the keeper and slotted calmly into the empty net. 1-1. sounds of ‘referee kayu’[biased] reverberated around the cool cauldron which was the kallang stadium. Singapore went for the jugular after the restart. Kahirul amri and itimi Dickson were brought on and they injected both life and pace into singapore’s flanks.&lt;br /&gt; Then came the penalty decision. From a free lick floated in, alam shah and the thai defender both came down in the box. To all of us even the players, it was a normal 50-50 challenge that was not really a penalty. To everyones surprise the referee pointed to the spot. The thai players unhappy at the decision decided not to continue. This was receieved with the loud jeers and boos of the Singapore crowd, including several words that cannot be mentioned in this blog. In the end, mustafic slotted the penalty into the top corner and Singapore emerged the victors in this close match.&lt;br /&gt; Phildia says that she hates the thai number 7, I didn’t see anything wrong with him though, everybody dives and pulls shirts. Especially England players like frank lampard, john terry and steven gerrad. In the EPL this is normal for every player. The penalty would not even be awarded. That’s why  England sucks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day&lt;br /&gt;All my life – KCI &amp; jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, ooh, i'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I will never find another lover&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than you&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than you&lt;br /&gt;And i will never find another lover&lt;br /&gt;More precious than you&lt;br /&gt;More precious than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you are&lt;br /&gt;Close to me, like my mother&lt;br /&gt;Close to me, like my father&lt;br /&gt;Close to me, like my sister&lt;br /&gt;Close to me, like my brother&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one, my everything&lt;br /&gt;And for you this song i sing, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;And i thank god that i&lt;br /&gt;That i finally found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i pray that you do love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, you're all that i'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Said i promise to never&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;You're all i'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;I praise the lord above&lt;br /&gt;For sending me your love&lt;br /&gt;I cherish every hug&lt;br /&gt;I really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;And i thank god that i&lt;br /&gt;That i finally found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i pray that you do love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that i ever know&lt;br /&gt;When you smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;All i see is a glow&lt;br /&gt;You turn my life around&lt;br /&gt;You picked me up when i was down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that i ever know&lt;br /&gt;When you smile my face glows&lt;br /&gt;You picked me up when i was down(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;Yes i pray that you&lt;br /&gt;Do love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus(2)&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;And i thank god that i&lt;br /&gt;That i finally found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i pray that you do love me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-5906186958374789234?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5906186958374789234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=5906186958374789234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5906186958374789234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5906186958374789234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/singapore-2-thailand-1-today-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-5835242970592811316</id><published>2007-01-29T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:04:54.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone..&lt;br /&gt;  Its been a while since I’ve updated. Haha. Busy with a couple of things, but I shan’t say anything. Haha. As it has been a while I have lots to talk about. So this may be rather long. Lets seee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday &lt;br /&gt;Had cell at phildia’s house at 145 supposedly, but in the end it started late at abt 230 because of some people. I dun want to name names ah. Haha. I being the guai kia [good boy] was the first to arrive.  I was surprised that no one else was there- except for phildia la. She looked to be in some kind of distress. Upon further inquiry, I found out that she dunno how to go to the national stadium. So she was looking at all the online maps and trying to find all the different entrances. I think she was trying to look for the entrance for the VIP so she can meet her Alam Shah there la. Finally she found 1 map and still had to enlarge in order to be able to see it clearly. Apparently she was going to catch the Singapore VS Malaysia match there.&lt;br /&gt; After dinner, we to cycle with Adrian and his cell members. Went all the way to the Pasir Ris park. So we were clueless about how Singapore fared. Most of the guys including me were going for a draw score with Singapore winning on penalties. Simply because I cant see Singapore winning by any other way except from the spot. True enough, they won on penalties. As I didn’t watch the match, cannot say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt; Went to bedok cage to play soccer with the guys. Then they started talking about yesterdays match. About how Singapore win. They said lionel lewis played like carp and that he does not deserve to be in the adidas team predator. They said the Malaysia keeper, that look like sell Ramly burger deserves to be in the team.&lt;br /&gt; I pity the Malaysian player man, he take penalty also dunno how to take, kick so near the LL, if he cannot save that type of penalty arh, he can go cut his hand off. Serious. Singapore play like England. Defense comes first- attack second. Bunch of cloggers..&lt;br /&gt;  In the afternoon, went to katong village to play pool with jared they all. Had a great time, baggies now officially known as THE SECOND COMING were supposed to join us but they had other plans in the end. At 430, It was down to 3 musketeers- me ben and aaron. The rest had other commitments to attend. Gab soh had to visit his grandma. Ian cheng had to see someone important. That person is________. I dun want to name names. I think everyone also know in their hearts who the person is!. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt; So we play until like 6 like that, then ben had to chao[run/escape] to go eat dinner with his mum. So left only aaron and I. Aaron then had this crazy idea to go eat steamboat. So I agree la cause I got nothing to do, then got a lot of time to waste. As it would be pretty gay for us to go eat together, only the 2 of us, we decided to call other people. But In this time of need, everyone was busy, denise was in mandai canoeing in the zoo, Charlene just had to get some autograph from this supposedly ‘cute’ Taiwanese boyband, even though they sing china song, their name is England 1. -_-.  All those taiwanese boy band all the same 1 la, F4, 5566[like macham 4d number], Fahrenheit[the one Charlene was queuing up for] . basically they are all gay la. When u watch the MV u can cringe at their disgusting moves. They are like glorifed AH BENGS. &lt;br /&gt; At first Charlene say she maybe can come, so we decided to wait for her. As the restaurant was near plaza sing. We went inside to walk walk. We[aaron and Isaac], walked into the mall and were greeted by the agonising sounds of a contestant from some talent spotting contest organised by NUS. She was like zhao xia[off pitch] every sentence. Reallly torture man, to hear her sing. In order to escape the screeching agony we rode the escalator to the 3rd or 4th floor to the creative showroom/shop. There we discovered something that occupied us for 40 mins. It was the creative new xmod I think. Theres this 2.1 system that sounds like a 5.1 surround sound. Wah seh, the thing power man, the bass all the shiok. So we sit there let the guy demo demo which = to he can slack. He show us the remote to control the vision m. and how it can be connected to the tv to see big big the screen. For all those Chair meh[blind] people the screen is to small for them, so must connect to the 50 inch plasma tv then can see the very clear. So we sit there listen to the guy’s weird collection of songs. Then aaron want to use his MP3 and test. So he play the night wish song. Then I see the guy over there like go a little bit high la, he like start to bounce here bounce there.&lt;br /&gt; After creative, we decided to upgrade ourselves mah.  So we go this shop called ATLAS. See the name so ANG MOH, means high class very expensive things inside. I tell you man, go inside the room is soundproofed man. Cannot hear the outside noise. Then all the things inside all very the ummm untouchable la. We go in then the sales girl look at us and smile then walk away. I think she see us also know we no money to buy type la, just go there to see see touch touch. We were wearing shorts and t shirt only mah. That 1 is the thing to wear go the sim lim box[square]. So in the end, we decided not to wait for the autograph hunter Charlene and walked to the steamboat place. ALAS, it was closed. Not to be undone or discouraged, we decided to go to bugis to eat the steamboat.&lt;br /&gt; Took bus there and walked somemore to the place. We went to the place and there were seats for us aready. We took like the table meant for 5 people, but only 2 people sit. HAHA. Super shiok la. So we ate and talked until 11. I never knew I can talk so much to aaron chan 1. ahhaa new discovery man. At that time we decided to call Charlene, see if she finish getting the A********. She say she just eating dinner. Then we asked if she see the boyband she full aready. I think its true la, but she never say. I dunno how people can wait to get some stupid signature la. I think the person also any o how sign 1 la. Just scribble a few worms on the CD/POSTER/T-shit/MAG/PIC. Hiya u get the story la.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 33 to interchange then walked home, I think aaron cabbed home. Ahaha that’s it folks. Another couple of days in my bored life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate lives-Phil Colins&lt;br /&gt;You called me from the room in your hotel&lt;br /&gt;All full of romance for someone that you met&lt;br /&gt;And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon&lt;br /&gt;And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room&lt;br /&gt;Do i feel lonely too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to ask me how i feel&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to speak to me so kind&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on just holding on to time&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i held on to let you go&lt;br /&gt;And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to compromise&lt;br /&gt;So now we're living (living)&lt;br /&gt;Separate lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation&lt;br /&gt;So you build that wall (build that wall)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you build that wall (build that wall)&lt;br /&gt;And you make it stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you have no right to ask me how i feel&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to speak to me so kind&lt;br /&gt;Some day i might (i might) find myself looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But for now, we'll go on living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Separate lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-5835242970592811316?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5835242970592811316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=5835242970592811316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5835242970592811316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5835242970592811316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-8897013577076459281</id><published>2007-01-23T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:16:53.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arsenal 2 Manchester United 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a tense match on Sunday 21 janurary, arsenal came from behind with 2 late goals by henry and Van persie to beat Man u by 2 goals to 1. &lt;br /&gt;When rooney score ah, I thought that’s it man, then most is draw only. But the the RVP score making it 1-1. HAHA arsenal then started to dominate. In the end, I really seriously confirm guarantee is a draw, then henry in the 94 minute score, waHH I go crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT then the next day is sad day, cause Winston going off on that day. Woke up early to go to Tanah Merah MRT to meet the guy. I supposed I was late. So we all trained down to the airport and waited for Winston to arrive at burger king. &lt;br /&gt;Some of them ate cause they were hungry. Winston came with his mom and sis. Talk talk talk.. snap snap[take photo]. Finally it was time for him to go in. took the last few pictures, hug a few hugs. No one cried at that time, it was weird man, only after he go in then ppl started to cry.&lt;br /&gt; We then walked to MRT station, some still with tears in their eyes, others offering words of comfort, shoulders to cry on, staring into space, others trying to stem their tears and others looking around trying not to start. Walked into the train car and BANG! Straight into a wall of silence, we sat there for like 5 minutes exchanging the last few SMSes with Winston. Finally with a humm, and the announcement that broke the silence, the train pulled out of the station.&lt;br /&gt; The train travelled in the tunnel for wad seemed like eternity, the darkness of the tunnel seemed to reflect the sadness in our hearts. But then, there was the eventual light at the end of the tunnel, the end to the sadness, the realisation that the day had just begun. By the time the train reached TM[tanah merah] the mood had lifted somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;We decided to send Jia Heng to work at Marina Square. Upon reaching there, the guys had returned to their normal state. Haha. Nearly got thrown out of MS cause jian was caught in the act throwing the small balls in the flower pot by some fat security lady.MS had really nothing much to offer, so we walked on to Suntec. Nearly got chased out there also, cause of something keith did. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt; Wandered around and finally found ourselves at Carls Junior. Ordered the double western. Matt and Jian flirted with the counter staff, kester beggeg for more fries. To our surprise, they really gave us fries, 2 large fries in fact. HAHA. Then after that it was time to go to the polyclinic to get the MCS. &lt;br /&gt; So about 17, highly unsick uninjured unimpaired people walked into the polyclinic at bedok. HAHA. Of all the people there we were the most unsick and healthy looking ones. Waited long time for them to get MCs. So those ppl dun have sch, played stupid games like Aunty annie. Haha. Some people took the entire time to get it, I dun want to name names ah. HAHAA. Then afterthat, it was the time to go to the cage at the bedok there to play soccer. At the bedok CC there got the basketball comptetion. We ignored that. Played soccer until abt 6 plus. Then I suddenly remembered I got cell. &lt;br /&gt; So I chiong to meet jared at 333 eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the church after that.&lt;br /&gt; I stepped into the cell room, then saw Charlene on the floor and then I went OH o.BIG TROUBLE,DIE LIAOS- before I can do anything, ben jumped and adhered himself to me like some blood sucking leach! Ahah. I dunno why he did it cause I just on my own walk there to the table and sit down, I was totally resigned to my fate. Hahah. They sing happy birthday, then ian take away the cake. DIE LIAO. DONG DONG DONG CHIANG, Grand Finale. Gab soh and denise the take the water and splash on me. So instead of birthday bash, I got birthday splash! First time sia!haha. THAnks guys.&lt;br /&gt; I was thinking of giving everyone a cake in the face, but the got no enough, so I do to some unsuspecting and blur ppl. Then, water not enough, Denise Cheong Qian Wen, take the cake smash my face, I just bathe finish then she dirty me again SIAN. Nvm later I put the cake on her face also. After she pray finish, hhaha she was totally clueless until the cake went on her face. It sucks when u are wet and have to sit in the aircon room for 2 hours or less. The feeling cannot be described in the blog, so to jabez, u will get to feel it, u evil mastermind! Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today! Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, &lt;br /&gt;Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; &lt;br /&gt;So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, &lt;br /&gt;Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Here by me- 3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re doing fine out without me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m not doing so good without you&lt;br /&gt;The things I thought you’d never know about me&lt;br /&gt;Were the things I guess you always understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how could I have been so blind for all these years?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I only see the truth through all this fear,&lt;br /&gt;And living without you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I had in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take another day without you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause baby, I could never make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting so long, just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And be back in your arms where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can’t always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;But everything I’ve ever know gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I had in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days grow long I see&lt;br /&gt;That time is standing still for me&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can’t always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Everything I’ve ever known gets swept away&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I had in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I had in this world&lt;br /&gt;And all that I’ll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-8897013577076459281?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8897013577076459281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=8897013577076459281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/8897013577076459281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/8897013577076459281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-2-manchester-united-1-in-tense.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-6260547298978160848</id><published>2007-01-20T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T10:13:53.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Isaac,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHA. Ok I know that’s lame, wishing oneself a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who whished me a happy birthday, to those who never, its ok, cause I will wish u when its your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, wad to blog abt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, on friday we went to eat the marina steamboat thingy as it was kinda of a farewell dinner for winston, it was a long time since the guys went out in such a big group and It was great. As usual, we were late, then the rest were sitting there waiting for us. So we stand the escalator go up, at the top there, got this AH LIAN sitting at the stairs there. Then suddenly, dunnno hu went got see? got see? I also dunno they see wad, but it has got something to do with the piggy bank or credit card machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside got this uncle trying to Hook customers, he follow us all the way to the busstop ask us to go his restaurant to eat his steamboat, he tell us no need wait for bus, as he got his own 1. I was thinking man, we got over 20 ppl, how he going to squeeze everybody inside his small minivan. Waste time. In the end he still manage to hook several fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take the bus 400 to the Chong Pang there. The bus damn packed man, I think more packed than sardines. Packed like ikan billis. Thanks goodness the bus ride not that long. AHAH. So the Chong Pang seafood is not that time we go with the cell 1 got the live seafood. I think this one is the nicer 1. the live seafood ah, they like all the things not fresh and the seafood is disgusting. Not say this one the food is fresh la, also not fresh, I think next time we go seoul garden eat still better. Got aircon, free flow drink and the food still taste like shit but it’s the nicer shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we go there and eat. DUH. There got sharksfin soup.WHOA. actually is only they put the sharksfin flavour from the packet 1, then put the fishcake and the jelly inside, then say it’s the sharksfin. Think we 3 year old so easy to blough. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eat aready damn bored, so we go play with the butter. We put the butter into someones straw, then put back into the cup. LOL. So the person drink, then make the funny face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back that time, got this small angmoh kia[red hair kid], he think he Sinbad the sailor, got all the sword and all that. The Jeffery go fight with him, haha then at the phone booth got the blanga[black construction worker] calling his mother, he call finish aready he turn and watch jeff and laugh. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we go MRT[ mass rapid transit] to go home. At the escalator there we go jam everyone make them stuck there. HAHA In the end jeff kenna scold by the man at the station. HAHA. Go the platform there we go take somemore pictures. Take for dunno how long. Then finally go separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then go to cage play soccer. Shanti play fierce man. HAHA. Oh yea she left Singapore aready. Hope she has a safe flight!.&lt;br /&gt;In the end so late liao, so I walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the weather very good man, cooling and shiok, so me and Adrian go cycling. Cycle until changi village. Go there lim kopi[drink coffee], he drink kopi peng[coffee+ice] I drink barley[barley la].&lt;br /&gt;After that, when want to go home that time, nearly fall off my bike, cause I nearly langar[bang,hit] the ladyboy[ those man aready become girl 1]. I think since they because not guy yet not girl, they are not human, is an animal. Haha. That stupid bapok[ladyboy] nearly make me fall. After that I take scissors operate him give him 50% off  then he scared ah. On the way home, ppl started wishing me happy birthday! Haha, so funny la.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying In The Rain– Aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let you see&lt;br /&gt;The way my broken heart is hurting me&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pride and i know how to hide&lt;br /&gt;All the sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i wait for stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know that i still love you so&lt;br /&gt;Only the heartaches remain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops falling from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Could never take away my misery&lt;br /&gt;Since we're not together&lt;br /&gt;I pray for stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;To hide these tears i hope you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my crying's done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I may be a fool&lt;br /&gt;But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're not together&lt;br /&gt;I pray for stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;To hide these tears i hope you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my crying's done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I may be a fool&lt;br /&gt;But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-6260547298978160848?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6260547298978160848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=6260547298978160848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/6260547298978160848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/6260547298978160848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-4866877355041045563</id><published>2007-01-19T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:38:29.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shall just post 2 songs here. HAHA enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I Never Loved You At All- Take That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, where are the stars?&lt;br /&gt;The one that we used to call ours&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine it now&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh til we fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets we had, are now in the past&lt;br /&gt;From something to nothing, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we lose our way?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;All that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;br /&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;br /&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;br /&gt;No one to hear my call&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;And I see our star is fading&lt;br /&gt;One too many times&lt;br /&gt;Guess it just got tired of waiting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights that we thought, if these walls could talk&lt;br /&gt;From something to nothing, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we lose our way?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;All that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;br /&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;br /&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;br /&gt;No one to hear my call&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now does he give you love&lt;br /&gt;Is it only me now that's thinking ok, what we had and what we were&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever care, baby was I ever there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we lose our way?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;All that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;br /&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;br /&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;br /&gt;No one to hear my call&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how did we lose our way?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;All that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Now we both have separate lives&lt;br /&gt;From lovers to strangers, now alone&lt;br /&gt;There's no one catching my fall&lt;br /&gt;No one to hear my call&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you at all.&lt;br /&gt;At all&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you at all&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In This Diary- The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in this diary, i wright you visions on my summer&lt;br /&gt;It was the best i ever had&lt;br /&gt;There were chorus' and sing-alongs&lt;br /&gt;A night of unspoken feelings&lt;br /&gt;I know that right now its all that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thoes nights we stayed up talking&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 80s songs&lt;br /&gt;Quoting lines from all thoes miveis that we love&lt;br /&gt;It still brings a smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when it comes down to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grown-up isn't half as fun as growing up&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you'll finally get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into hotel swimming pools&lt;br /&gt;And reaking havoc on our world&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;The black top singing me too sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting fireworks in parking lots&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the blackest nights&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Cokes under this moonlit summer sky&lt;br /&gt;2015 Riverside it's time to say "goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the bus... it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grown-up isn't half as fun as growing up&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you'll finally get it right&lt;br /&gt;Get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grown-up isn't half as fun as growing up&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you'll finally get it right&lt;br /&gt;Get it right&lt;br /&gt;Get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is just following your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you'll finally get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-4866877355041045563?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4866877355041045563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=4866877355041045563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4866877355041045563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4866877355041045563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone-i-shall-just-post-2.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-1824374814580298219</id><published>2007-01-17T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:46:31.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I seriously dunno wad to blog about today. Haha. Hiaz, I shall just talk about my day. Today I woke up and switched on the T.V. immediately it was the roger federer match that was on. So gam[coincidence], so I sat there and watched the match, after a while it got a bit boring as federer was dominating the proccedings. He was like owning the other guy, borkjman or something. But cannot blame him la the other guy is like 34 years old, he’s gotta be feeling his age. So federer cruised to a 6-2 6-2 6-2 victory over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was time to pick my brother up from sch. Walked all the way to vs to take bus 155 all the way to geylang[not the lorong there la, geylang east]. So go there eat the lunch there and then come home. Boring rite? I know. Haha .wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over these few days the newspaper always report say that theres going to be formula 1 race in Singapore, that all the cars going to race in the city center.haha the idea not bad leh. But the problem is Malaysia maybe will copy us, or even try to do better. I think they will build on elevated track in the city center there, just to show Singapore they are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the us president BUSH ah, super cham[poor thing], everything he do also wrong. Do this, do that, everything also the American public also complain. After September eleventh, they want the revenge, so he go chiong the Iraq, wack the saddam. After a few years, the Americans say it was a wrong decision-_-. They cannot make up their minds. Somemore want to protest such stuff abt human rights, say the terrorist kenna mistreated.&lt;br /&gt;How u want to treat the terrorist? Put him in the marriot hotel, give hime room service and bodyguard ah. They use the dog scare the prisoner a little bit, CNN make so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;Quote: kill them all and let god sort it all out.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you man, this is the best solution, no fuss, easy solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. One more big big news in Singapore is the TT durai court case. His name sound like condom brand. HAHA nevermind. Wah the news like report say he go court not scared, still can smile here smile there act big. I think he still think he got the gold toilet to use, then he think he like the emperor of Singapore. He go prison sure kenna 1, cheat so many ppl money, the prisoners all will not let him off. HAHA. Hope he kenna sue, then lose, then he bankrupt. Ok enough of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to change a light bulb by talkingcock.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not say I say what, hor, but it definitely takes more than just MPs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they ignore the problem and pretend it doesn't exist but then when the kao peh kao bu-ing gets too bad, the PM will blame the citizens for not changing the light bulbs themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the same time, an elder statesman will go on TV to scold Singaporeans for forgetting that back in the 60s, it was the Gahmen who provided the lightbulbs in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this changes when suddenly one night, a highly placed MP or GLC CEO's own lightbulb breaks down. Then he realises maybe it's time for Singapore to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, what they do is to form a high-power task force with 10 subcommittees to study the best way to do the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before the report is even complete, the recommendations are rejected as unrealistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the MPs then do is to hire one expensive Foreign Talent from a 3rd-rate company in the US to come help install it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Foreign Talent then hires 3 Foreign Talents from India to develop the software and 10 Foreign Talents from China to build the ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highly paid ang mor Foreign Talent in charge disagrees with his bosses and is sacked and replaced with a GLC crony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get a PR from Malaysia to climb the ladder. (This PR probably previously climbed Mt Everest, so it's quite a senang job for him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightbulb is finally changed and the MPs throw a big celebration. SPH and TCS go on a spree covering the breakthrough and say how 'creative' and 'enterprenurinal' (not my spelling, hor....) Singaporeans are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hor, it’s all too late, because the people who wanted the lightbulb fixed in the first place got si beh too lan and migrated to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time for the song of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Collins &amp; Marilyn Martin - Separate Lives&lt;br /&gt;You called me from the room in your hotel &lt;br /&gt;All full of romance for someone that you met &lt;br /&gt;And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon &lt;br /&gt;And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room &lt;br /&gt;Do I feel lonely too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no right to ask me how I feel &lt;br /&gt;You have no right to speak to me so kind &lt;br /&gt;We can't go on just holding on to time &lt;br /&gt;Now that we're living separate lives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I held on to let you go &lt;br /&gt;And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show &lt;br /&gt;There was no way to compromise &lt;br /&gt;So now we're living (living) &lt;br /&gt;Separate lives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation &lt;br /&gt;So you build that wall (build that wall) &lt;br /&gt;Yes, you build that wall (build that wall) &lt;br /&gt;And you make it stronger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you have no right to ask me how I feel &lt;br /&gt;You have no right to speak to me so kind &lt;br /&gt;Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;But for now, we'll go on living separate lives &lt;br /&gt;Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives &lt;br /&gt;Separate lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-1824374814580298219?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1824374814580298219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=1824374814580298219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/1824374814580298219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/1824374814580298219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone-i-seriously-dunno-wad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-5354276551618191326</id><published>2007-01-16T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:12:41.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of some special comments that my blog is becoming too much posting on soccer or arsenal, I ISAAC HONG KAY WENG have decided to change topics!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, the first grandslam of the new year, the Australian Open kicked off or should I say served off. NVM. Anyway for those people, those people that do not know wad a grandslam is, I think you ought to go out of the hole ur living in and listen to the news more. As I am a kind soul, I shall be generous and enlighten you [Whoa sound like Budda-no offence]&lt;br /&gt;A Grandslam is a major championship tennis event that all players must take part in, the prize money amounting to more than a million bucks for the winner of a singles event. There are 4 Grandslams in total, the Australian Open, French Open, Wimbledon and the US Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are live telecasts of the matches being played from 8 am to 8 pm. So I have been glued to the tv watching the yellow balls go backwards and forwards. Fortunately, federer made it through the first round, not that he wasn’t going to anyway, that guy Is unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather inspired by all the tennis, I decided that it was time to go and play some tennis instead of watching it. I called YC and winnie to go with me play. HAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the inspiration never last, or it never really inspired me, I go down there try to act seh[show show] and copy wad they do on the T.V. HAHA. Wah malu [lose face], I cannot even hit the ball properly,BUT nevermind, my 2 frens also cannot. HAHA. It must be due to the lack of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it began to rain soon after we started -_-, typical Singapore weather. Cannot play aready, so after the rain stopped, we go to ECP[East Coast Park] walk walk. I tell u man, the weather after we stopped playing become very nice. SIAN. So we walk and walk and walk, and talk also la. Walk until Bedok jetty, there we decided to sit and talk about life. Since Winston was leaving to go study in the USA, the land of the hot babes with long legs, we felt rather sad for him. HIAZ. So we started talking about the usual stuff, with Ying Cong talking abt horny stuff and being his usual horny self. Winston on the other hand was keeping rather quiet and never say anything, so we ask him wads wrong. Then the poor guy say he was sad because of something. Yeah. So YC started to talk abt less horny stuff, I dunoo wad the guy do at home everyday, his head like filled with nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better but rather hungry, the three musketeers headed to the lagoon food centre to sample some of the wonderfool food there. We ordered a stingray to share it costs $10, so not that bad, in the picture like very big. BUT then when it came, it was as small as an IKAN BILLIS[ small fish]. OK maybe not that small la, but it was still extremely tiny. &lt;br /&gt;LESSON LEARNT: never trust the photo.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the hawkers should be sued for fraud, but ayia nvm. So we eat WAN TON MEE[ mee that weighs a ton=1000kg]. Yea. There the wan ton mee supposed to the famous and the nice one. But then, in the end, the char siew is more than the mee, however the char siew[pork] is very nice and sweet. So quite nice la. We drank soya bean? Eh nononono, we drank sugarcane. There the auntie cheat money 1, one cup 1.40, I think there got some kinf of private inflation, the price extra high. &lt;br /&gt;So after eat then we walked home. I walked home and they took bus[for those who wonder how they walked home-they didn’t]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, as the weather was still good and there was no rain, I decided to go cycling, wanted to jio Andrew along  but he say he go parkway just come back. So quite shag[tired]. Must be he go out with his GF that’s why so tired. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weather was too good to be missed, so I went on my own.[Loneranger]. &lt;br /&gt;Cycle 1 round of ECP feeling super shiok, cause very long never cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m here blogging, I kinda miss sch anyway, haha not the school building la, but the ppl and the books. BUT never mind, I shall make full use of my extended holidays to achieve somethings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNA KNOW WAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun tell you! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the brain get rusty if never use sometimes I wonder, maybe I will even get the old ppls disease, where I start to forget everything. Maybe I’m just thinking too far. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tmw is going to be another exciting day, with roger federer playing on tv. What to do duing the holidays? Maybe I should get a ________. That’s for you to fill in. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-5354276551618191326?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5354276551618191326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=5354276551618191326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5354276551618191326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5354276551618191326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone-in-lieu-of-some-special.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-7866558935096617854</id><published>2007-01-14T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:09:36.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arsenal 2 Blackburn 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal travelled to Blackburn on Saturday and confidently grabbed 3 points in a controversial game that had Gilberto sent of. 10 man Arsenal then proceeded to humiliate 11 man Blackburn by beating them 2-0 in spite of Blackburn having a 1 man advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bullet header by Toure and a rasping shot by Thierry henry ensured that the gunners took all points against all odds. Blackburn had 12 men on their team. 12 men because the referee also belonged to them. He sent Gilberto off for retaliating at Robbie Savage. The referee being some ENGLISH A**, decided to send him off cause he kicked out at Savage. What a stupid REF, never have I seen such DUMB, MORONIC, INCOMPETENT, STUPID, NO BRAIN refereeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/RapVCFeKhjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qknEs3EWHO0/s1600-h/savage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dq5G6HxxIs/RapVCFeKhjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qknEs3EWHO0/s400/savage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019918228974634546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our task was made difficult on 13 minutes when Robbie Savage reminded everyone why he’s right up there with the most odious, obnoxious, repugnant, intolerable, loathsome cunts in the game. He twice fouled Gilberto who reacted, admittedly when he shouldn’t, and kicked out at the Afghanhoundalike wanker who went to ground like he’d been kicked in the bollocks. Cretinous referee Rob Styles fell for it hook, line and sinker and gave Gilberto a red card. The referee had saw the initial challenge, but he still took his time in walking there, this gave savage the chance to kick Gilberto once more. I tell you man, the ref is one blind ass, if he wann give red card, then give to both la. Give one only. I think he must have bet money on Blackburn to win, that’s why he go help them. CHEATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Savage had a header that went barely wide soon after that incident. Serves him right HAHAHA, cheaters should not be able to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 men arsenal continued to play their normal game and soon pulled ahead through a header by Toure. Van persie was brought down by another Blackburn gangster, Henry floated a ball to Toure and Toure attacked it with the intensity of a star striker. The ball rebounded of the inside of the post and into the net. Brad Friedel, blackburns goalkeeper, could only watch open mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second goal was a classic counter-attack by Arsenal. Henry received the ball on the left and sprinted down the flanks, the Blackburn gangsters were too afraid to do anything. Fabregas came and received the ball from Henry, he then laid the ball into the onrushing captain, in a deft and graceful sweep of the boot, Henry placed the dipping ball into the far right corner of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Serves you right Blackburn, cheat somemore la. After the second goal ah, all the BLACKBURN fans PEK CHEK [ fed-up] then the match haven finish they go home liao. HAHAH LOSERS. 11 men also cannot win 10 men. GO die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for arsenal. Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather this few days in Singapore and Malaysia is terrible man. Its like raining the whole day la. Make everybody stay at home, cannot do outdoor activities. But at least Singapore here never flood, not like Malaysia there, flood like mad. One reason is because there the drain all very lousy, because the Drain minister jiak lui [eat money]. So the drain there not very good, that’s why flood. Malaysia damn corrupted 1 sia, policemen also jiak lui [eat money], they nothing to do, catch ppl go police station cause the never bring IC. Then u pay them little bit Kopi Lui [ bribes] they let you go home. If not u kenna stay in the Police hotel for a few days. But not everyone in Malaysia like that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain nowadays ah super irritating, keep drizzling non-stop, I hate this kind of rain man. Never ending one, if the rain got drop little bit of gold with it then nevermind la. But only got water, I dunno now if Singapore still got water shortage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight the weather surprisingly good, so me and Adrian go cycling. But then, see always got the BUT. HAHA cause after I go out of my house, it rain -_-. Hiaz. But nevermind, only rain a little bit. So met Adrian at underpass. There I learn and interesting fact man, he say that the rain for this month like exceed 3 times liao. WAH powerful man. So much rain. But also no use, the rainwater cannot drink, maybe those ppl that like to waste water and wash their car until the face can see on the TIRE 1 is happy, cause their car like very clean. THE more happy ppl 1 is their MAIDS, cause the car is not they wash one, those lazy Buggers ask their maids to wash their cars. Some wash their car like take medicine. Example&lt;br /&gt;“ Yati, I want you to wash the car three times a week, everytime you wash, make sure that I can see my face on the tire, if not I send you back to Indonesia/Phillipines/India.”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid very cham [poor thing] not only have to take care of the house, still need to wash the boss car. Actually the maid job is very high risk man. They are like bao ka liao [ everything also can do]. They are Babysitter, Car-washer, Cook, High-rise window washer, Cleaner, Chambermaid, Assistant and even Dog walker. They deserve more than the 300 plus dollars they get. Singaporeans really are a pampered bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rain, I think Singapore should invent some kind of airbourne fan the size of a football field, they should blow the clouds to places where got no rain 1. like Africa. But Africa lagi Jia lat[worse] they got no water and no food. Poor thing. Hiaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one joke that Charlene cannot get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many CJC students does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: None. Why? Because they prefer to do it in the dark. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , u can see that I have nothing to talk abt as I talked so muc about the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos[ means bye-bye, zai jian, tata, adios]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-7866558935096617854?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7866558935096617854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=7866558935096617854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7866558935096617854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7866558935096617854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-2-blackburn-0-arsenal-travelled.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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/_6dq5G6HxxIs/RapVCFeKhjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qknEs3EWHO0/s72-c/savage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196915701682627713.post-7212843829780279849</id><published>2007-01-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:54:43.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARSENAL 6 LIVERPOOL 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the carling cup match played last Wednesday morning, Arsenal beat Liverpool comprehensively by 6 goals to 3. Arsenal’s youngsters inflicted the worst defeat on Liverpool in 73 years and kicked liverpools butts straight out of the carling cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a MEN VS BOYS competition.is like Liverpool playing against a team from a university, arsenal fielded a team with an average age of 20. In the team were 6 teenagers-17 to 19 years. HAHA. Wenger give chance to livepool, he pity them, cannot win EPL cannot win FA CUP, so he give them chance to advance in the CARLING CUP.&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, the results tell the whole story. Liverpool can go and dump themselves in the mud of anfield. Fancy them losing to TEENAGERS. The only thing they can win now is CHAMPIONS LEAGUE. But this one is even bigger joke, they playing against Barcelona lehs, arsenal play reserve team also cannot win, wanna talk big say can win Barcelona. PLEASE LA, everything must step by step one lehs, even the BABY must learn how to walk then can swim. PLEASEEE .Liverpool cannot even beat Fabregas and CO wanna beat Rolandinho and CO. This is like asking the one baby go Iraq and kill sadam [ not that hes alive anymore-want proof? Go youtube..HAHA] maybe this can la, if the baby is RAMBO son’s or daughter. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, rafa benitez said he was going to field a weaker side. MY FOOT. He fielded gerrad, fowler, bellamy and many others.&lt;br /&gt;gerrad, fowler, bellamy are weak is it? HAHAA I think  they are, cause they lose to arsenal. HAHA. I tell you man, Liverpool’s players seriously like to cheat. Later I say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the arsenal goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliadiere supplied the opener with three deft touches. The first, and best, controlled Toure's terrific pass from the middle of the pitch after he had sprung the Liverpool offside trap. The second was a low shot that rebounded off Dudek's left leg and back to the Frenchman to find the unguarded goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baptista joined him on the scoresheet, whipping a free kick past the statuesque Dudek. His second game in added time at the end of the first half, a simple finish after Aliadiere had eluded the offside trap again, though that appeared fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiched by Baptista's first-half brace was Alexandre Song's first for Arsenal, the product of catastrophic defending. Dudek's attempts to claim Fabregas' curling corner were pitiful, the ball clipped Sami Hyypia before bouncing in off Song. Following his culpability in Tomas Rosicky's goals on Saturday, it must mark a sad death knell to Dudek's Anfield career.&lt;br /&gt;The Goalkeeper's heroics had secured Liverpool their most memorable cup triumph for two decades in Istanbul and, though displaced by Jose Reina, his reward was first-team football in the cups this year. Now Liverpool are eliminated from both. Dudek did, however, supply both a postscript and a reminder of his finest moments for Liverpool with a penalty save to deny Baptista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hat-trick was merely postponed. The Brazilian drilled in from 25 yards after excellent work from Aliadiere on the left flank. Then, with echoes of his second goal, he swept in Arsenal's sixth and his own fourth. There was a certain inevitability that the instigator was Aliadiere, with a devastating burst of speed that was reminiscent of Thierry Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this match, I was clutching my sides in agony. Agony because of the way several Liverpool players play. HAHA. Its insanely funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the liverpool defence. What a bunch of jokers man. For the first goal, they just watch, and raise their hands to the linesman, HAHA, they think Aliadiere is OFFSIDE. WAH, ahaha they damn stupid, it’s the defenders job to defend, not raise the stupid hand, act cute and look at the linesman, trying to say the player offside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically got one defender I is must say. That guy is paletta. I think that guy like first time play soccer at Liverpool la. The whole night, everytime he 1 on 1 with arsenal player kenna beaten. Then the most irritating thing abt him, he try to play dirty. I say try because he wad he try to do MACHAM always fail. BIG FAT FAILURE. HAHA. Give you one example. For the last goal Aliadiere sprinted down the flanks with paletta far behind, I say far behind because Aliadiere like 10 yards ahead of him, Aliadiere must slow down then paletta can catch him. After catching Aliadiere, the cheater wanted to pull Aliadiere’s jersey to slow him down. But once again, he FAIL and fall flat on his face, so BO YONG[useless]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 1 useless is GONZALEZ, one of RAFA shopping buys. He go in wanna tackle Walcott, but Walcott too fast, in the end he injure his leg,kenna sub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the match, livepool had so many 1st team ppl on, carragher, Alonso, gerrad, fowler, bellamy. Arsenal only put one 18 year old left back to replace one 17 year old left back. HAHA JOKE SIA weakened team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, later in the day, went to surprise Phildia at her house, as it was her birthday. So fun man, I got to smash cake on her face. HAHA. But I feel abit sad for her, cause LIVERPOOL LOSE 6-3. WAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-7212843829780279849?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7212843829780279849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=7212843829780279849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7212843829780279849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7212843829780279849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-6-liverpool-3-in-carling-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-4489382687557977633</id><published>2007-01-08T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:29:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARSENAL 3 LIVERPOOL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal beat Liverpool at home on Saturday by 3 goals to 1. Rosicky scored 2 whilst henry scored 1. Liverpool’s scorer was dirk kyut and no one else. Although arsenal did not really dominate the game, it was normal as they were the away team and away teams don’t usually dominate the match..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal lacked fluency in the midfield due to the absence of Cesc Fabregas and had limited possession. At least arsenal played a clean game, unlike the cheaters of Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;Examples are Pennant[ now I know why arsenal sold him-he is a pice of c***], Alonso[ ppl say he pass long ball  very good- but long ball for wad? Also cannot score], Alonso by the way, dived in the penalty box on order to try to win a penalty. Alas, he got a yellow card for his troubles instead-POOR THING. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really understand the commentators, there was this chance that Alonso took a shot, he missed, but the commentators said “what a wonderful shot, plenty of skill on display there”.. What a load of nonsense man, he never score, the shot nice also got no use rite. DUMBASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think RAFA BENITEZ is a DUMBO, he looks like 1 too.&lt;br /&gt;During the world cup season, he went out and bought so many players.&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of the aunties in Singapore, like MACHAM great Singapore sale, but for him is the GREAT SOCCER PLAYER SALE.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he go buy so many players, Agger,pennant, Gonzales,kyut and many many more la. Is like all those anuties go the sale, then they find anything just buy, LOUSY, USELESS things also buy. Just buy to BAI SUI [put on the bench look nice only, but no use one]. He buy all the players arh! All like…..USELESS. Talk about them also waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GOALS&lt;br /&gt;Rosicky and Helb played neat one-twos all the way from the centre of midfield to the penalty box. Helb then dummied a cross that tricked the Liverpool defence and squared the ball to Rosicky. Rosicky in a slick passing motion, took the ball first time and looped the ball over the keeper-named DUDEK/ DUDUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosicky got the second goal of the night, this time a magnificent solo effort from him.&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of the Liverpool penalty box, surrounded by 4 liverpool defenders and nearly getting crowded out, he managed to pick his spot and place the ball in the back to make it 2-0. Steven Gerrad was the man in front on him, he being and ENGLAND player TRIED to cheat by attempting to body check Rosicky. Rosicky rode the challenge and scored in the end. I said TRIED as he didn’t succeed in doing so, but this is what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;Before the match still want to TALK BIG, say arsenal SCARED.. WWAHAHHAHAHAHA, scared your head la beat you 3-0 last time, now 3-1 where got scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third goal was a classic henry goal. Receiving the ball at the halfway line, he pushed it to the flanks and invited carragher to take a run with him. Despite carragher having a 10 yard headstart, Henry reached the ball the same time as he did[shame on you carragher]ahhaaha. Henry nicked the ball from him, beat Finnan and slotted past DUDEK?DUDUCK. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent performance by arsenal on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON Sunday, it was SAM’s birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to aloha changi to celebrate. It was his 21st birthday and wad a big birthday bash it was. HAHAH the cake was huge too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I don’t care if I spelt the LIVERPOOL’s players names wrong. They are losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-4489382687557977633?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4489382687557977633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=4489382687557977633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4489382687557977633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/4489382687557977633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-3-liverpool-1-arsenal-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-5601993501898303362</id><published>2007-01-06T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:56:55.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. actually I wanted to say “ HI guys” but cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Cause nowadays, there must be equality between the sexes EEA [Equal Opportunity for All]. Yea, so if I put “ HI guys”, then some politically correct super hiong feminist activist will come and sue my butt off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will probably go “ why u say guys only? U think in this world only got guys no girls ah? Prepare to receive my laywers letter tmw!” “ I represent all the females in the world and I demand equality for all”&lt;br /&gt;WAH.. I cannot kenn sue man. I’m just a poor student, if kenna sue, then confirm must sign on to army for like 20 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now to proper stuff…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWIND to…..5 JANURARY at 11.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After worship prac/W&amp;amp;I for some, Aaron and jared I think, suggested we go to simpang bedok to eat.[ those who dunno- simpang bedok is a place where got a lot of Indian ‘mama’ stall one, sell prata and related stuff]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go there eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone eat, only the usual suspects[ben,Marcus,aaron]&lt;br /&gt;So the rest drink MILO DINOSAUR. I think the guy who invent ah, little bit siao. Where got ppl put the lychee with MILO one? Anyway its quite nice. So as those ppl got order food, must wait for the food to come. SIAN we wait until very long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we wanna take bus go home. Me, ben, Marcus and I went to the bus-stop that can take 12 . but gam gam[just nice] the bus 12 go past us. SIAN&lt;br /&gt;So we go check the last bus timing… 1154.. ben look at his watch 1152, then he goes “still got hope!” so we wait for the bus. Actually, that one is the LAST bus.&lt;br /&gt;We wait until 1215, obviously got no bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO… we decided to walk home. Poor students like us cannot afford the X2 fare of the cabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like macham 3 musketeers go adventure, so we walked until bedok camp there, feeling thirsty we made a detour go to the 7 eleven[ I think you all know wads that rite]&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so we go there buy drink, then continue our excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALK WALK WALK WALK WWLK WALK WLAK… see walk so far until cannot think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home at about 130.. haha. Now I know how those soliders in those ancient china feel when must march from one place to another. NO wonder so many of them wanna learn the GONGFU.. then can fly dun need to walk.&lt;br /&gt;BUT those ppl that fly arh, I tink super dumb sia, they only can fly short distances, canot fly from one town to another, must ride horse.. HAHHA. Like that can fly for wad, myself get the boots of speed, then can chiong faster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXt DAY 6 JANURARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is saturaday and got service, is also leaders night.&lt;br /&gt;So I headed down to church dressed to the nines. HAHA .. Went to eat fish and chips at 333.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super SIAN.. suddenly during service, I dun feel well, got some kinda splitting headache + feel like puking.. MY SON.. SIAN nvm at least I never vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, we[all the leaders] took bus to the restaurant..It was some SHATEC restaurant at orchard.. There got all the noob cooks and waiters/resss.. Felt bad during the start of the programme.. haha&lt;br /&gt;As I was bored, I went to play with the glass of water[u knw when u rub the rim then got sound]. YEA, soon my entire table was trying to do that. HAHA it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Never really got any better, still felt like crap.. So Felica came and asked if I was ok, she then went and bought some panadol for me. Gab soh and benji then went to buy some OX brand oil..haha put aready and then I felt better.. THANKS GUYS AND GIRLS.. haha. Thanks for your concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I cabbed home with Adrian and mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the arsenal game is starting.. gotta go ciaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-5601993501898303362?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5601993501898303362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=5601993501898303362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5601993501898303362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/5601993501898303362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-2982210318784809530</id><published>2007-01-04T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:46:35.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal vs liverpool</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, my second post of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal play Liverpool this Saturday in a highly anticipated FA Cup match.&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of the game, Liverpool’s captain- “the highly sought after immensely talented hardworking skilful” [can u sense the SACARSM] told the media, that Arsenal should be afraid of Liverpool. HAHAHA… That is an example of a good joke. EXCUSE me mr GERRAD, you forgot which team beat you 3 nil aready is it. HAHA. Lose aready then accept defeat lah, dun come and think you very big, say arsenal SCARED. Come to think of it, Liverpool actually lost to a bunch of boys. Arsenal’s defence has an average age of 22? In the match, which I vividly remember even TOURE [central defender] scored. What is this man, arsenal give chance, let the defender go forward, not only he score, he also never conceded. That’s what I like about arsenal, they let their football do the talking. Unlike some other clubs, which I don’t want to name names. *points finger at Chelsea, Liverpool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID LIVERPOOL SEND SCOTT CARSON ON LOAN&lt;br /&gt;He is much better than that guy- REINA I think now playing in between the sticks for Liverpool. REINA is highly overdue for an error, and the chance may come arsenal. HAHA. Seriously man, Carson is a gazillion times better than reina. If not for Carson, Charlton would have lost like 8 nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know why GERRAD made these comments. U REALLY WANNA KNOW? There are 2 reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, its because he is fantastically and supremely scared that he lose again, that’s why he wants to boost his self confidence by saying that. WAD A POOR CHAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 2&lt;br /&gt;Its because he plays for England.[will explain in due time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday matt and jian pon sch, so they ask me go eat with them.&lt;br /&gt;Met homing and jia heng at the interchange. So we walk to the foodcentre.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly got ppl shouting, screaming. Actually got fight man. So we all go see. LOL. Is one Chinese man fight with malay. So they were like trading blows furiously, but the malay guy kenna owned. Then at that moment. Bus 33 come. The bus driver super pro, I think he work in the zoo before, driving the trams. He go turn the bus sideways, let all the ppl inside see. They all stand up from their seats, like those squirrels all the eyes fixed intently on the proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the Chinese man go chokeslamm the other guy. He never lift him up la, but just push him to the floor holding his neck. The malay guy like in WWE stunned on the floor, never move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, got this auntie, suddenly say “ boy can u please lend me your phone call police” she was talking to matt. Wah- this is super spoiler lor. This is like you go watch moive then suddenly at the emo part, got ppl handphone ring, then the ringtone like those the ah lians like one. those sung by jolin sai and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So matt no choice as was holding his phone, lend the woman. She proceeded to call police and then left without even saying thanks. The best thing is, I think by the time the police come, the 2 men aready left&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to eat the oyster egg/ starch. I think the auntie super happy la. One table 5 ppl all eat from her stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 plus,&lt;br /&gt;I went cycling for the first time in 2 weeks. WOOTS, super happy&lt;br /&gt;Went to ECP [ East Coast Park-for those who cannot seem to decipher acronyms] and met JJBG [Jared, Joshua, Ben, Gabriel-for those who STILL cannot seem to decipher acronyms].&lt;br /&gt;They were renting bikes which in my opinion-look like shite, I cant imagine me getting onto those monsters. They cost 5 bucks each, so I guess that there are no complaints. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also renting some blades, were these NOOB bladders. As in really NOOBS.&lt;br /&gt;They even had trouble getting out of the shop. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy in orange, the only guy there. HAHA. So he try to act pro and give advice. For example “lean forward, not back” , “try to blade don’t walk”. I was at the side, trying hard to control my laughter. I mean if he very PRO and can blade proficiently nevermindla. But he also got problem standing up, and moving forward. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Then they finally made it on to the road after 10 mins. One word, just one word to describe-USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone has their beginnings as a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly whilst returning from Fort Road[ for all those ppl who stay at home everday and play computer dunno where is fort road or just come here from china, or have never been to ECP before- FORT ROAD is at the end of ECP in the direction towards the city. If u still dunno, I cannot help you.] it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chiong back to macs, lucky got a super strong tailwind. HAHA. Can chiong until 37 km/h. Actually can faster 1 la, but I scared fall down. Haha&lt;br /&gt;So we went into macs, saw some beautiful ppl. We ordered fries, sundae and coke.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst eatin, there was this couple across us.&lt;br /&gt;So we turned and stared at them, I also not sure what they doing.&lt;br /&gt;The girl I think was feeling cold [act only one] so she keep snuggling up to the boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;Then she keep licking his neck and all that la. But the funny thing is, despite all the stuff they did, never did they ever lock lips. LOSERS.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stand it la.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the time only 5 plus lei, at this time kids central is showing all the kiddy shows la, even channel 5 also showing like America’s funniest home videos[dunno why show in Singapore. Singapore=America mehs?]. 5 plus is still when the kids haven’t sleep and very active. WAH, then they in MACS do this kind of thing. That’s why the kids kenna influence then start dating. Eveytime I see the small beng and small lian holding hands I wanna laugh. HAHA. They not even old enough to eat chocolate with wine inside- then want to get GF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we want them to stop mah. Cause we are proper citizens and want to save the innocent minds of the children. We then went behind the seats and started making a lot of noise. HAHA. But I think the guy is like deaf la, he cannot hear, then still continue.&lt;br /&gt;We give up and then return bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled all the way home in the rain :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-2982210318784809530?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2982210318784809530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=2982210318784809530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2982210318784809530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2982210318784809530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-vs-liverpool.html' title='Arsenal vs liverpool'/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-7464835887721257745</id><published>2007-01-03T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T09:27:19.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arsenal 4 charlton......0</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..Hello…I’m like blogging for the first time in my life. This shows how bored I am right now. HAHA.. School started today for most folks, with the exception of me, that evidently explains the case of my extremely bored life. Anyways, whilst everyone was busy  sleeping dreaming of school, I was up watching arsenal make monkeys of a Charlton side that was like… crap. HAHA. Thierry henry was back and inspired the gunners to a 4-0 victory. WAHAHA.. Alan pardew that over-zealous in ur face celebrating manager of formerly west-ham, had now jumped ship to CHARLTON or should I say he was fired. That fella, think he change club aready arsenal forget wad he do at west-ham. HAHA, no man they remember. He go there kenna BOOED like crazy. Back to the positives, JUSTIN HOYTE even got on the scoresheet, even though I dun really like him, cause hes like an ENGLAND player. For those of you who don’t know… ENGLAND=CRAP.. haha . I shall explain why in some later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was supposed to pick my brother up from sch,  I happily took 55 thinking that it would go there. And guess wHat! LO and BEHOLD it didn’t. apparently the bus goes all the way to BISHAN INTERCHANGE. Feeling free I took the bus all the way to the interchange just to while away my time. Went there and came back in a grand total of 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met aaron , ben and josh at century, went to eat SUBWAY. SUBWAY apparently believes in living up to its name, the restaurant[counter] didn’t believe in the installation of an air-conditioning system or maybe it was just faulty. Anyway at the place, it was like a SUBWAY in some 2nd world country [China?]. HAHA. Ate  something called an Italian BMT, it tasted horrible. WARNING DUN EAT ITALIAN BMT… haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to katong to bowl. blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home time, Aaron and the rest had aready left, then this uncle, presumably uncle[shorts, slippers, singlet] LOL..that sounds so much like BEN…hahaha sat at the bustop. I think he was like from some place where apparently the people there cannot read signs[thinking china] haha. So he took out his filthy cigarette, its like half-smoked from his pocket and lights up. I dun knw what brand he smoked, but it smelt horrible, I think it was some cheepo brand specially produced for BO LUI LANG [ppl with no money]&lt;br /&gt;Then he still continue smoking happily, like he build the bus-stop, maybe he actually did as he looked like those illiterate, china imported construction worker. [I think they cost more than the blangas but who cares]&lt;br /&gt;I cannot escape the smoke cause raining, then kenna he still continue to enjoy! So I just sit there and tahan.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing ah, he smoke finish never take bus, he throw the cigarette away, then hauled his CHEENA ass out of the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like slapping his face. I thought he smoking at the bus-stop while waiting for bus, but then he just smoke there for fun 1. SIAN ah&lt;br /&gt;Somemore that bus 608! Take so long to come. In the end I take bus 12 go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-7464835887721257745?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7464835887721257745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=7464835887721257745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7464835887721257745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/7464835887721257745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/arsenal-4-charlton0.html' title='arsenal 4 charlton......0'/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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-196915701682627713.post-2480538393808579213</id><published>2007-01-03T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:59:51.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllooo testing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/196915701682627713-2480538393808579213?l=therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2480538393808579213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=196915701682627713&amp;postID=2480538393808579213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2480538393808579213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/196915701682627713/posts/default/2480538393808579213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantsofaboredsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/helllooo-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06311679371958849330</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>
