<?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-131031377429132919</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:40:24.423+13:00</updated><title type='text'>get-fcukedup</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Howie</name><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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2860587142565403261</id><published>2008-04-05T02:08:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:59:47.656+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a perfect ending, now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, &lt;a href="http://135bpm.blogspot.com"&gt;and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end&lt;/a&gt;. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious amiguity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2860587142565403261?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2860587142565403261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2860587142565403261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2860587142565403261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2860587142565403261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-not-going-anywhere-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-4708119636616058055</id><published>2008-04-04T16:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:55:18.787+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, now even &lt;b&gt;The Clique is even accusing me&lt;/b&gt; dropping the huge pot. Yeah, so much for trust and trying my best remembering the 'culprit', tsktsk. One thing fer sure, I saw the whole thing right infront of my eyes and swee ah, it happened right infront of me. I saw, either Carina or Meena's bag, got caught in the small branches and it felled. I just went near it to "investigate" it, and because of that, you think I was the one who drop it? If I was the one, I'd be like, 2 metre away from the broken pot because of the sudden noise instead of near it. Natural reaction, not stand there like idiot dummy. Like how I run to Papa when the lightning struck super loud when its raining just now. (Even caused a blackout, what the hell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like duh, most of us don't wanna get trouble, of course we lie. But its already over. Mr. Ng already said nevermind. So whoever is feeling guilty, don't worry, its all accidental. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what happened in school because of overwhelming stress, except when me and Cassandra were killing an ant. Fun, fun, fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4708119636616058055?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4708119636616058055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4708119636616058055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4708119636616058055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4708119636616058055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-now-even-clique-is-even-accusing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3397236435931095445</id><published>2008-04-03T16:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:13:32.913+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel fucking exhausted. I don't think I want to come on Friday and Saturday. I messed up most of the parts and it wasn't synchronized. Its so, &lt;i&gt;pressurising&lt;/i&gt;. Whut da hell! Dave and Chen Wei were insulting me, about how bad I did today. And I gotta shut them up by saying, "Why don't you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is boastful and irritating. He sure likes to &lt;i&gt;kaypoh&lt;/i&gt; alot in conversations and showing off his artwork. Pffh, big deal! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3397236435931095445?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3397236435931095445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3397236435931095445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3397236435931095445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3397236435931095445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-republic-is-great-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3698116425416425110</id><published>2008-04-02T21:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:18:01.221+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first prank of the day, scaring Farlina and Syafiqah with a grasshopper when its just a piece of grass. So while I was approaching to them, I told them I had a grasshopper on my hand. And the moment I open my hand, the grass flied away to Syafiqah's direction and they were both screaming their heads off. At least 75% of my so-called pranks worked. Maybe its more! And hell yeah, I feel so goooooooooooooooooood. Eh, still got 3 free periods since Mr. Ng wasn't around. We were so restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we decided to go to Jurong Point. Me, Huili, Meena and Chai. And I kind of regretted spending my 10 bucks lah. We ate at Mos Burger and we couldn't stop laughing at each other's craps. Hilarious I tell ya. Went to Toys R Us and did the painting thingy again. Chai would overflow the colors or accidentally mix the colors. Typical of her. Idiot dummy Chai Xin Le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to save $3 - $5 bucks everyday so that every week, I'll earn more than $15. Yes, which means &lt;b&gt;no more going out after school&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;no more Ahgong's western food&lt;/b&gt;! Plus, I want to go home early and start revising my geography, maths and science. So don't ask me out anymore unless its on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S -&lt;br /&gt;We'll repeat those old times soon, old buddy.&lt;br /&gt;We were so naive back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3698116425416425110?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3698116425416425110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3698116425416425110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3698116425416425110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3698116425416425110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-prank-of-day-scaring-farlina.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-6623021159719285646</id><published>2008-04-02T00:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:18:49.491+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After school, we'd laugh at those green boots spotted outside the gate. Its always there, roflolmao! Okay, crap lah dodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huili went to the toilet because she was wearing pampers full of shit, urine and a cockroach eating on the combined mixture. She wanted to dispose it because it smells too good. We decided to eat Lai Lai Kitchen. I couldn't even drink a sip of the soup because Huili was laughing so hard and observing the way I drink the soup. After I finally take that one sip, she laughed even harder and I guess that the aunties were getting irritated. I saw Sholihin and chatted with him for awhile before we spend the rest of our day sitting down at Popular, reading some really disturbing science books, baby books and browsering through the CDs shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6623021159719285646?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6623021159719285646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6623021159719285646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6623021159719285646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6623021159719285646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-school-wed-laugh-at-those-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-8199758298188751077</id><published>2008-03-29T01:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:18:35.937+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zejYV8nLI/AAAAAAAABgs/NczkCtSbkXQ/s1600-h/2008_3_28_19.35.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zejYV8nLI/AAAAAAAABgs/NczkCtSbkXQ/s320/2008_3_28_19.35.57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182761970607889586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zeboV8nKI/AAAAAAAABgk/3F8u0cK3X-w/s1600-h/2008_3_28_19.35.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zeboV8nKI/AAAAAAAABgk/3F8u0cK3X-w/s320/2008_3_28_19.35.59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182761837463903394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zd-oV8nJI/AAAAAAAABgc/VgMqavxl8G4/s1600-h/2008_3_28_19.36.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zd-oV8nJI/AAAAAAAABgc/VgMqavxl8G4/s320/2008_3_28_19.36.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182761339247697042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Roy was so psyched about this. And so, I waited for him to online for like, 5 hours? And finally, after I logged in and out and in and out and in, he's online. I was like, "Dear, lets do wedding party now, now, now!", LOL. I wasn't as nervous as last week's wedding (Failed attempt) and I'm glad that the Cagalli, Yuna, Kazu, Sumire and Misa, the AGs, were there for me. But no, the main thing that was there for me, is Rooooooooooooy. Yay, I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8199758298188751077?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8199758298188751077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8199758298188751077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8199758298188751077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8199758298188751077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-and-roy-was-so-psyched-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-zejYV8nLI/AAAAAAAABgs/NczkCtSbkXQ/s72-c/2008_3_28_19.35.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7918678287159395461</id><published>2008-03-27T22:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:55:49.004+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologise for not going for the NDP rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;I failed as a percussionist. I'm sorry once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're on our way to West Mall in the bus, the bus came to a sudden halt. Since we're standing, buddies and I almost fell, which caused a fucking sweet chain reaction. Then the passengers were laughing at us. And we're like, &lt;i&gt;lets do it again&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Cassandra and Meena decided to do the painting shit while I play Swee Geng's PSP. After that, we played hide and seek in the whole West Mall. Imagine that! Roflolmao. Me and Huili kept going down the staircase which is freakingly dark, scary, smelly and eerie. Unfortunately, they found us while we're walking around aimlessly. Went home since the girls needa go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs in my phone is getting boring. Recommend me some really good songs. And gosh, I hate trance. Overrated music, pffh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7918678287159395461?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7918678287159395461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7918678287159395461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7918678287159395461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7918678287159395461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-apologise-not-going-for-ndp-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-6328243527221085090</id><published>2008-03-25T22:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:37:55.975+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jVjoV8nHI/AAAAAAAABgM/J15ZioRKQ2k/s1600-h/mrt_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181626179391364210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jVjoV8nHI/AAAAAAAABgM/J15ZioRKQ2k/s320/mrt_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a quater SQSS band! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jVTYV8nGI/AAAAAAAABgE/MExoduwOESA/s1600-h/esplanade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181625900218489954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jVTYV8nGI/AAAAAAAABgE/MExoduwOESA/s320/esplanade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jW-oV8nII/AAAAAAAABgU/LCRU8PgvNh8/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181627742759459970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jW-oV8nII/AAAAAAAABgU/LCRU8PgvNh8/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I tried so hard to kiss Howie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jUsYV8nFI/AAAAAAAABf8/zgCrewsN2CY/s1600-h/mrtagn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181625230203591762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jUsYV8nFI/AAAAAAAABf8/zgCrewsN2CY/s320/mrtagn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone-X for entertainment, Starbucks for tea, Macdonald for dinner. Woah, its adding up, up, up! I should earn back my loses by saving money. $2 - $5 everyday, skipping lunches at Ahgong's western food store and avoid going out after school. How does that sounds?! Great idea, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the Esplanade with burgers/fries/chicken/drink on our hands. (We're obsese) And the concert wasn't that great, instead, it was boring. I idolise the guy who was playing the &lt;i&gt;xylophone&lt;/i&gt;. (I keep forgetting the actual name for it!) And I slept on Chai's shoulders since I was so darn sleepy, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home together with Sinlee, close to 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6328243527221085090?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6328243527221085090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6328243527221085090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6328243527221085090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6328243527221085090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-jVjoV8nHI/AAAAAAAABgM/J15ZioRKQ2k/s72-c/mrt_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7462311834180173658</id><published>2008-03-23T23:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:03:53.389+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a great day today. Horton is a great movie. Viv and K blanja me. I recommend that movie, whoever is gonna go to the cinema soon. Horton and Jojo is effing cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents barely have enough money give me transport to school. All the bills is left unpaid and they would probably take action by tomorrow. I really want to go to the Esplanade for the ACJC concert but I really don't want to borrow money from anyone. (Sorry Cassandra, Elisha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whut? I'm willing to drop out of school, go to work and viola, money earned. Or maybe, I'll be a prostitute, get HIV and boom! There goes my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn this life of mine&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7462311834180173658?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7462311834180173658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7462311834180173658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7462311834180173658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7462311834180173658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/horton-is-sucha-great-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-670280621020913153</id><published>2008-03-23T02:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:45:17.113+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE JUST DOWNLOADED SOME REALLY COOL PHOTOEDITOR! ITS AWESOME I TELL YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-670280621020913153?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/670280621020913153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=670280621020913153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/670280621020913153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/670280621020913153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-i-have-mother-who-wants-to-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-4426322706644573017</id><published>2008-03-22T19:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:18:32.185+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Yunqian's house after spending more than 10 hours outside. Ate at Macdonalds for dinner. We've spend like, 4 hours on the blogshop and all we've edited is the all-about-us-and-how-we-operate part. But once we're done with it, I'll start shouting, "Leh-long, leh-long, 'Howie is sexy' tee for only hundred bucks!" Hahahaha. Anyway, do come to our blogshop once we're done with it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a red moon toooooooooooooooooo! Oh my fucking god. Its darn gorgeous. Upon reaching home, I immediately do a small research about red moons. And then I start searching images for blue, yellow, green, purple, pink, blue, yellow moon. Senseless, but so fun can?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The same process that brings colorful sunsets – when the Earth’s atmosphere filters out the blue end of the sun’s visible light – causes the moon to appear red or orange when near the horizon. The most breathtaking red moons occur during a total lunar eclipse, when the moon passes through the Earth’s shadow. Again, the scattering of the blue end of the visible light spectrum allows the red end of the spectrum to illuminate the eclipsing moon.&lt;br /&gt;Without the Earth’s atmosphere, the moon would look much different to us during a lunar eclipse. While some sunlight would still reach the moon, it would be much dimmer and it wouldn’t appear red or orange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadayadayada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4426322706644573017?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4426322706644573017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4426322706644573017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4426322706644573017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4426322706644573017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-came-back-from-yunqians-house-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-8997370147511433008</id><published>2008-03-20T22:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:18:17.680+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dave, you've made my sketching unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IzD4V8nBI/AAAAAAAABfc/Ap2kz4OxsC8/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IzD4V8nBI/AAAAAAAABfc/Ap2kz4OxsC8/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179758663186553874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huili, Meena, Howie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-Iy4IV8nAI/AAAAAAAABfU/KzqPTidDioo/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-Iy4IV8nAI/AAAAAAAABfU/KzqPTidDioo/s200/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179758461323090946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swee Geng's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IxJIV8m_I/AAAAAAAABfM/NjwRysDuJL8/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IxJIV8m_I/AAAAAAAABfM/NjwRysDuJL8/s200/Image051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179756554357611506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IwjoV8m-I/AAAAAAAABfE/qnr8D5gPF14/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IwjoV8m-I/AAAAAAAABfE/qnr8D5gPF14/s200/Image053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179755910112517090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazyperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-Iv44V8m9I/AAAAAAAABe8/HZpPqwbXOyI/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-Iv44V8m9I/AAAAAAAABe8/HZpPqwbXOyI/s200/Image054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179755175673109458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra, Huili, Meena, Dave and malay Danial are like, the best in the class. I was entertained throughout the whole school day, thanks to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point with Huili, Meena, Shawn and Swee Geng after school. Had a huge lunch at LJS and we throwed ice at each other. Shawn is so eco-obsessed man! And we headed to Toys R Us, my hangout. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8997370147511433008?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8997370147511433008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8997370147511433008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8997370147511433008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8997370147511433008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/dave-youve-made-my-sketching-unique.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-IzD4V8nBI/AAAAAAAABfc/Ap2kz4OxsC8/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-10625540315185050</id><published>2008-03-17T21:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:22:03.067+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lifeskill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R942DQKulwI/AAAAAAAABeU/n5pZEO7vb98/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R942DQKulwI/AAAAAAAABeU/n5pZEO7vb98/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178636051030120194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifeskill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R941agKulvI/AAAAAAAABeM/7kNDzYfA-G0/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R941agKulvI/AAAAAAAABeM/7kNDzYfA-G0/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178635350950450930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R940XwKultI/AAAAAAAABd8/tB7jmgMU188/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R940XwKultI/AAAAAAAABd8/tB7jmgMU188/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178634204194182866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R94zjgKulsI/AAAAAAAABd0/EsykQN94-sQ/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R94zjgKulsI/AAAAAAAABd0/EsykQN94-sQ/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178633306546017986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R94zHgKulrI/AAAAAAAABds/nzyQP2ks5Ns/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R94zHgKulrI/AAAAAAAABds/nzyQP2ks5Ns/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178632825509680818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being egoistic and selfish. Maybe I should put aside my mood swings instead of blaming others. I apologise, and hopefully its not too late. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-10625540315185050?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/10625540315185050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=10625540315185050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/10625540315185050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/10625540315185050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifeskill.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R942DQKulwI/AAAAAAAABeU/n5pZEO7vb98/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-5921366995879680399</id><published>2008-03-17T18:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:06:52.392+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Pass a flyer to one random bangla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zRkQKulpI/AAAAAAAABdc/-SVqKWDCjBY/s1600-h/15-03-08_1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zRkQKulpI/AAAAAAAABdc/-SVqKWDCjBY/s200/15-03-08_1524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178244092314687122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad cow disease. Trust me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zRRwKuloI/AAAAAAAABdU/mA-ArSQE-VU/s1600-h/150320081189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zRRwKuloI/AAAAAAAABdU/mA-ArSQE-VU/s200/150320081189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178243774487107202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zQZwKulnI/AAAAAAAABdM/sx4WTTYg5uE/s1600-h/150320081213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zQZwKulnI/AAAAAAAABdM/sx4WTTYg5uE/s200/150320081213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178242812414432882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zQAQKulmI/AAAAAAAABdE/9shKxj4fmp0/s1600-h/15-03-08_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zQAQKulmI/AAAAAAAABdE/9shKxj4fmp0/s200/15-03-08_1923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178242374327768674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH, WANNA EMO HAR?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zOjQKullI/AAAAAAAABc8/Vzeqh7KhWls/s1600-h/15-03-08_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zOjQKullI/AAAAAAAABc8/Vzeqh7KhWls/s200/15-03-08_1931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178240776599934546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want supper, sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zsRAKulqI/AAAAAAAABdk/1l-1ZOncA8k/s1600-h/150320081230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zsRAKulqI/AAAAAAAABdk/1l-1ZOncA8k/s200/150320081230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178273448416155298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EBTwKul0I/AAAAAAAABe0/KTae6ffz4Ic/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EBTwKul0I/AAAAAAAABe0/KTae6ffz4Ic/s200/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179422485311821634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EAzgKulzI/AAAAAAAABes/gFEvspffJUw/s1600-h/so2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EAzgKulzI/AAAAAAAABes/gFEvspffJUw/s200/so2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179421931261040434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EAmgKulyI/AAAAAAAABek/v30xoPoa5-E/s1600-h/so4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EAmgKulyI/AAAAAAAABek/v30xoPoa5-E/s200/so4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179421707922741026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH CB WTF SIA WHY GOT ONE HOTDOG THERE WAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EAcAKulxI/AAAAAAAABec/9nDhDDMN4dw/s1600-h/so6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R-EAcAKulxI/AAAAAAAABec/9nDhDDMN4dw/s200/so6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179421527534114578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biiiiiiig nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zIJQKulhI/AAAAAAAABcc/zL50QOUaolQ/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zIJQKulhI/AAAAAAAABcc/zL50QOUaolQ/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178233732853569042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was Vivian's unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zIkAKuljI/AAAAAAAABcs/eLN4vQWqDv8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zIkAKuljI/AAAAAAAABcs/eLN4vQWqDv8/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178234192415069746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Long Pte Ltd was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover was the best one ever.&lt;br /&gt;And I love The Utensils. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5921366995879680399?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5921366995879680399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5921366995879680399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5921366995879680399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5921366995879680399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/fly-crazyperson.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9zRkQKulpI/AAAAAAAABdc/-SVqKWDCjBY/s72-c/15-03-08_1524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-5340743546272521987</id><published>2008-03-13T20:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:12:16.049+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right after bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9j-VwKulbI/AAAAAAAABbs/c2f6I8zGCI0/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9j-VwKulbI/AAAAAAAABbs/c2f6I8zGCI0/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177167421322991026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9j-CgKulaI/AAAAAAAABbk/tnlJVD_mdW0/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9j-CgKulaI/AAAAAAAABbk/tnlJVD_mdW0/s200/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177167090610509218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my beautiful bathroom, check out my matching pipes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9jq7AKulXI/AAAAAAAABbM/gKwc8jAou1g/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9jq7AKulXI/AAAAAAAABbM/gKwc8jAou1g/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177146071040562546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like it? Its clean and green with 3 huge rooms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9jqzwKulWI/AAAAAAAABbE/IIXdPi1EgN0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9jqzwKulWI/AAAAAAAABbE/IIXdPi1EgN0/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177145946486510946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whuts causing the non-stop rain ever since the school holidays have started. But hey, the sunshine shined on us once in a while, so yeah, &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; we get to experience KAYAKING for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of kayaking was great, despite the weather. We gotta purposely capsize the kayak, go underwater, go up to the cockpit of the capsized kayak and surprisingly, there's air inside so I took a deep breath, tap 3 times on the sides of the boat, and randomly swim my way out. I was happily floating with the life jacket in the salty sea water. You can't feel the floor at all and it seems as if you can levitate. So on and yadayada. Anyway, there's round 3 of kayaking since we couldn't complete the tasks due to the rain. Next wednesday or friday, supposingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LMAO, I PICK THE WRONG SHIRT (My brother's one!) COZ I WAS RUSHING TO MEET VENI. But! I ended up being fucking early, hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya, suckers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5340743546272521987?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5340743546272521987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5340743546272521987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5340743546272521987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5340743546272521987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/random.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9j-VwKulbI/AAAAAAAABbs/c2f6I8zGCI0/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-3781206447909603112</id><published>2008-03-11T21:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:16:35.031+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seiyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9n7tAKuldI/AAAAAAAABb8/NE14IKg_qzk/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9n7tAKuldI/AAAAAAAABb8/NE14IKg_qzk/s200/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177445997196776914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatterbox and Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9n7UQKulcI/AAAAAAAABb0/9OxLxjMTe0k/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9n7UQKulcI/AAAAAAAABb0/9OxLxjMTe0k/s200/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177445571995014594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veni was so psyched about today that she couldn't can't sleep for two days! And thats not it, she even woke up at 6am plus because of today. I tio shock can?! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This auntie came up to me and she asked, "Girl ah, you want to go to the other side of the road is it? Come, auntie lend you one umbrella. I going food court and my-- (OKAY, THERE GOES THE PART WHERE SHE KEEPS BLABBERING, LOL!)" I thought I look gay and I thought people will freak out whenever they look at me, but hey, maybe I am such a nice-looking person after all! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Huili's mum first impression of me during the 2007 registration day is AHLIAN. Can ya believe it?! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached Veni house, I was dry and got a loud greeting from Tingu. We took a MRT to Bugis, walked around a little and we bought the things we wanted. Ate some chicken to fill our stomach a little before bringing her to a place where I always bring out the child in me. Uh-huh. Took a MRT back home and yipee yay yah hoo hah, day done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing this post. K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3781206447909603112?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3781206447909603112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3781206447909603112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3781206447909603112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3781206447909603112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/veni-was-so-psyched-about-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9n7tAKuldI/AAAAAAAABb8/NE14IKg_qzk/s72-c/DSC01191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7777707719830951244</id><published>2008-03-11T01:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:49:25.248+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my holidays having such a crazy nightmare. The dream was about a DHL balloon, some friends, netball girls, ez-link card and some card my primary teacher gave. Okay, soooo, Vivian and K went to my house and yadayada. Oh yes, I saw WONDERPANTY! Oh gosh, I miss her like 34762478283423578 times more than your great grandmother can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Take care. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7777707719830951244?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7777707719830951244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7777707719830951244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7777707719830951244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7777707719830951244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-started-my-holidays-having-such-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-4882366825295394215</id><published>2008-03-09T02:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:24:09.146+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Leap Years was, woah. The starting was reaaaaaaally weird, but after that, it was so touching that you can actually cry. Aaaaaaaaaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fucking hilarious when Yunqian was lip-singing a song from Jonas Brothers and Vivian ending her sentence with "lah dey", LOL. I was rolling over the floor and hitting my fist at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna sleep now. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4882366825295394215?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4882366825295394215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4882366825295394215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4882366825295394215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4882366825295394215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/leap-years-was-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-1233136277330834580</id><published>2008-03-08T02:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:13:30.865+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9H-4QKulQI/AAAAAAAABaU/wNzQmCRHjQQ/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9H-4QKulQI/AAAAAAAABaU/wNzQmCRHjQQ/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175197689191503106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, march holidays is &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; here. And whut da heck, did I just say I'm not looking foward to it at all? I take back those words, if possible. Oh, mampos! I'm not having enough money to support myself during the whole holiday! Well, blame me for being such a spoilt brat. I've spent every cent I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nostalgic when I showed my parents my result slip. I'll pass one weak subject, and fail one of my stronger subject. Ahhh, so unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th march -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you've uncle very happy today, I'll stop the metre charge for you." I constantly thank him after that. We still had that conversation there, but it was more serious this time. He told me, "Its not the money that counts. I believe making the customers happy is far more valuable than money. No point earning so much. 'Cause when we die, we can't take the money along with us. But we still can bring those memories along with us. Only then I'll die with no regrets and serve Him. I just hope my daughters will be sucessful. So if one day, if you see uncle outside your school and you wanna repay me, just shield me with an umbrella from the hot sun or rain, if I need to change my tyre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That point of time, my eyes were all teary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1233136277330834580?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1233136277330834580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1233136277330834580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1233136277330834580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1233136277330834580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/danni-is-out-from-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9H-4QKulQI/AAAAAAAABaU/wNzQmCRHjQQ/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6704952188349987467</id><published>2008-03-03T18:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:36:59.777+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S6tgKulUI/AAAAAAAABa0/h_zldP5YJs4/s1600-h/backside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S6tgKulUI/AAAAAAAABa0/h_zldP5YJs4/s200/backside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175967162647352642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S5nAKulTI/AAAAAAAABas/3rxtJpYsge4/s1600-h/pangsai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S5nAKulTI/AAAAAAAABas/3rxtJpYsge4/s200/pangsai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175965951466575154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S5XwKulSI/AAAAAAAABak/5-EheoQlhSQ/s1600-h/ahma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S5XwKulSI/AAAAAAAABak/5-EheoQlhSQ/s200/ahma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175965689473570082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were great. I've been going out with The Utensils and yeaaaaaah, it was fun, despite missing The Leap Years movie. Gosh, I really love them! I swear that the past won't happen again. How naive we were back then. Love ya guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6704952188349987467?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6704952188349987467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6704952188349987467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6704952188349987467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6704952188349987467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/03/english-3650.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R9S6tgKulUI/AAAAAAAABa0/h_zldP5YJs4/s72-c/backside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8777159640511978035</id><published>2008-02-29T00:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:40:48.133+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I still were to be with him and I saw that, I'd cry till my eyeballs come off and then kill him. He admires Veni, and he doesn't wanna admit that he likes, prolly love Veni. Isn't so obvious? He have already admitted that in the past. We all know how much of a jerk he is. The whole class knows what he did. He can't even treat me, his used-to-be girlfriend, like the other girls he mingled around with. Instead, he's treating me from bad to worse to worst. Whatever he said was just a lie. A self-centered bastard, a liar, a fucking jerk. Okay, I'm gonna blabber on and on if I don't stop now, LOL. Moving on to what happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I saw the SMS, which says, "U r so cute!", I had this really big quarrel with him. He wanted to run away again after I said a few shits. Instead, I pulled his shirt, look him right in the eye and there goes the sound, "PIAK!" Yes, I did it. I felt so relieved as if I just finished pissing. And his face changed. Like, totally change. And then I felt, "Damn, Howie, you've just broked a guy's heart!" But no, I never felt guilty. Later in the day, Mr Ng wanted to talk to me about our fight. He obviously involved Mr Ng in. Like, hello? Mr Ng is just our form teacher! Why call him when its just the both of us? And involving Farlina too? Whut da fuck?! But he postponed it to tomorrow. And yipeeeeeee, gonna go JEC! HAHAHAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Shawn and me danced to the Audition steps while waiting for Cassandra to write "I will not talk in class" hundred times. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Don't die.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8777159640511978035?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8777159640511978035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8777159640511978035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8777159640511978035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8777159640511978035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-still-were-to-be-with-him-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-4055171897631131145</id><published>2008-02-28T00:15:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:24:17.780+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Vyfi7tmaI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BWG2ozoVQH0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Vyfi7tmaI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BWG2ozoVQH0/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171665633383651746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough day. A real rough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with him. Surprised? Well, actually, we did patch up a few days back. Sorry for not updating you guys with that because it seemed unecessary. And this time, I was the one who asked for the break up, not him. He insulted me behind my back and even mingle with girls when I'm not around. Why the fuck did he even ask for a patch up? Because, what, I'm awesome? And why did I even agree to it? Anyway, I told him off infront of a group of Wushu students, secuirity guards and some teachers. A total embarassment, whut da fuck. And oh, I deliberately didn't take his bag because I wanna see how he'd react and from there, I hate him so, so fucking much that I'd kill him, but no, I wanna enter heaven, suckers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? I'll give him one tight slap tomorrow, if he's alone. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, band kinda suck when the Secondary 1s got their punishment, just because we're newbies and we're late for, er, that? Whatever. I'll never forgive our band "boss", Peiling, when she called us, losers. Ahhh, she assumed we're gonna quit band when none of us breathe a word, except saying "Yes ma'am" like some fillipino maid serving your mother. Don't think the seniors can pick on us, okay? Yeah, watch out fer sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, alot happened in school and I'm pretty lazy to type it down.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4055171897631131145?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4055171897631131145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4055171897631131145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4055171897631131145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4055171897631131145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-re-edit-post-if-im-not-so-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Vyfi7tmaI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BWG2ozoVQH0/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-3759748171568783385</id><published>2008-02-25T01:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:28:28.302+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;@ CHINESE/JAPANESE GARDEN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fh3C7tmZI/AAAAAAAABZs/Z6lHGhXOXvk/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fh3C7tmZI/AAAAAAAABZs/Z6lHGhXOXvk/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170521445506062738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FhlC7tmYI/AAAAAAAABZk/-cLUtgRSlLQ/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FhlC7tmYI/AAAAAAAABZk/-cLUtgRSlLQ/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170521136268417410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FhBi7tmWI/AAAAAAAABZU/MRnlQpiGygM/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FhBi7tmWI/AAAAAAAABZU/MRnlQpiGygM/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170520526383061346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fgxy7tmVI/AAAAAAAABZM/TNdFZ9-2wEg/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fgxy7tmVI/AAAAAAAABZM/TNdFZ9-2wEg/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170520255800121682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FhRi7tmXI/AAAAAAAABZc/C07w2v_t9Do/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FhRi7tmXI/AAAAAAAABZc/C07w2v_t9Do/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170520801260968306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the huge monitor lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fgki7tmUI/AAAAAAAABZE/6Hm8JwsHDJ4/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fgki7tmUI/AAAAAAAABZE/6Hm8JwsHDJ4/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170520028166854978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FgdC7tmTI/AAAAAAAABY8/GFQHR6KsBTE/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FgdC7tmTI/AAAAAAAABY8/GFQHR6KsBTE/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170519899317836082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angle sucked, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FgFy7tmSI/AAAAAAAABY0/DLP0t_PHAMQ/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FgFy7tmSI/AAAAAAAABY0/DLP0t_PHAMQ/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170519499885877538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FfeC7tmRI/AAAAAAAABYs/eAfIR6qLOv4/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FfeC7tmRI/AAAAAAAABYs/eAfIR6qLOv4/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170518816986077458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FfRS7tmQI/AAAAAAAABYk/1_M9iI_rVCs/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8FfRS7tmQI/AAAAAAAABYk/1_M9iI_rVCs/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170518597942745346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3759748171568783385?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3759748171568783385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3759748171568783385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3759748171568783385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3759748171568783385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinesejapanese-garden-spot-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8Fh3C7tmZI/AAAAAAAABZs/Z6lHGhXOXvk/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-1686472651163856500</id><published>2008-02-24T02:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:27:24.187+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8AeYS7tmPI/AAAAAAAABYc/zZH0GUgxD8k/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8AeYS7tmPI/AAAAAAAABYc/zZH0GUgxD8k/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170165774969313522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I always have this urge to study, and whenever I got to the destination where I wanna study, I don't wanna study. Don't ask why, I'm probably sick in the head. (Yeah, right) Qian called me and Vivian out to study in the library, but hey, I wasn't studying, I even position myself to sleep there! Okay, Qian sure had one fun time windowshopping/shopping eh. I can't even find the black eyeshadow I wanted! Boohooooooooooo. Anyway, they came to my house to update their youtube thingy, and in the end, we ended up doing two skits and its fucking hilarious! Upload it soon leh. Lol. I talked alot today. Quite unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. (Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see, we can never lose touch okay! You guys are still the best. [=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1686472651163856500?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1686472651163856500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1686472651163856500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1686472651163856500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1686472651163856500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-shows-hi-card-that-says-hot-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R8AeYS7tmPI/AAAAAAAABYc/zZH0GUgxD8k/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7680202527778994546</id><published>2008-02-22T21:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:09:19.641+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"La la la la, la la la la, (I shouted really loudly on the last part)&lt;br /&gt;ELMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'S WORLD!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaiyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I sing that elmo song, Veni will be like, "Oh, gosh, I shouldn't have send that elmo song and that barney song 'cause she's now acting like that 85 year old old girl! Oh, god, help me." Too bad, you've just turned me into a black die-no-soar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veni was entertained by Vanan for the whole day, and she kinda... Not talk to me for the whole day? Don't ask what is my point about. I had enough of that, erm, shit. Argh, we took neoprint and all and that's the only fun part we did today. Stupid Vanan, fucking extra, you've ruined my day! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7680202527778994546?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7680202527778994546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7680202527778994546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7680202527778994546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7680202527778994546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-i-shouted.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-5826667852567337557</id><published>2008-02-22T01:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:58:00.821+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R71vNS7tmMI/AAAAAAAABYE/YkERx_z8cdk/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R71vNS7tmMI/AAAAAAAABYE/YkERx_z8cdk/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169410221502470338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R71uwy7tmLI/AAAAAAAABX8/IVFiFmdADS8/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R71uwy7tmLI/AAAAAAAABX8/IVFiFmdADS8/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169409731876198578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about 'it' for the whole day in school. "To accept, or not accept?" Everyone I asked said no. But he kinda told me, "I'll treat you differently from other girls and I won't repeat what I've done last time. I promise. Okay?" I mean, that was kinda... Sweet. I can truly feel that, he's really into me. But, the fucking problem is that-- SIGH. I still have some doubts though. Like, goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was out for the whole day and just chilled with Veni. She's the most dependable, most truthworthy, most understanding, most enjoyable, the best in The Clique. I'd probably be the "emo" one in The Clique if she didn't ask me, "How do you do the star?" Thanks sistah, for everything you've done for me. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, OH! Right after yesterday's post, my mum bought for me another cake and I was like, "Whuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut? ANOTHER CAKE?! But, but, Its hazelnut leh!" So, I have no fucking choice but to eat it. Be appreciative man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family! Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5826667852567337557?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5826667852567337557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5826667852567337557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5826667852567337557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5826667852567337557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-thinking-about-it-for-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R71vNS7tmMI/AAAAAAAABYE/YkERx_z8cdk/s72-c/DSC01031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7264135220353300550</id><published>2008-02-20T22:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:30:56.002+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v64i7tmJI/AAAAAAAABXs/6VAkqowhUIY/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v64i7tmJI/AAAAAAAABXs/6VAkqowhUIY/s320/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169000846694652050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v6ji7tmII/AAAAAAAABXk/9bUgj4wCmzs/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v6ji7tmII/AAAAAAAABXk/9bUgj4wCmzs/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169000485917399170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v5pi7tmHI/AAAAAAAABXc/s1EO8Av65BU/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v5pi7tmHI/AAAAAAAABXc/s1EO8Av65BU/s320/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168999489484986482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v5eC7tmGI/AAAAAAAABXU/QXirVPj2mqY/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v5eC7tmGI/AAAAAAAABXU/QXirVPj2mqY/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168999291916490850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7wHry7tmKI/AAAAAAAABX0/YblOSEEnc_k/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7wHry7tmKI/AAAAAAAABX0/YblOSEEnc_k/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169014921302481058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaally wanna thank The Clique for doing all this for me. Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farlina blindfolded me while walking to the outdoor classroom. And the moment I open my eyes, 1/5 was singing happy birthday to me. And I was thinking, "Whuuuuuut? Oh, lmao! How to react to this leh?" HAHAHAHAHAHA, I'M SERIOUS! And I guess I acted very sissy-ly. (Low vocab... Whatever!) So, yeah, I made a wish, cut the birthday cake and distributed it to mah classmates. We did have a little cake fight here and there, lol. It was heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 1/5, YIPEE YAY YAH HOO HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for forgiveness and a patch up. I mean, he lied to me previously, he used me, he even claimed he'll never fall in love with me ever again. But now, he sweared he won't do any of that ever again. Should I believe him? I don't know. Well, I did forgive him, but not yet patched up. So he gave me 1 more day to think about it, and now, I'm thinking reaaaaaaaaal hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Should I not? Majority said yes though...&lt;br /&gt;*Pick up petals from some random flower*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7264135220353300550?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7264135220353300550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7264135220353300550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7264135220353300550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7264135220353300550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-reaaaally-wanna-thank-clique-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7v64i7tmJI/AAAAAAAABXs/6VAkqowhUIY/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-444696717040690563</id><published>2008-02-18T01:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:33:43.806+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, something happened in the highway while Papa is driving. Whut da hell. I don't wish to talk about that. It scared the living shit out of me! Anyhoots, I have a fun time with Yunqian and Vivian eh! Walking around aimlessly here and there, lol. Then around night time, I saw Papa's lorreh driving past us and I run after it. Once he came out, I gave him a big, big hug! I was worried like fuck for him ya know! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while looking at the insurance form, I suddenly thought of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you lose your thumb, you can't rate people.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your index finger, you can't point out directions.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your middle finger, you can't insult anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your ring finger, you can't get married.&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your baby finger, (Okay, this one is really lame) you can't dig your nose or dig your ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-444696717040690563?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/444696717040690563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=444696717040690563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/444696717040690563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/444696717040690563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-were-supposed-to-go-to-east-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-677294114804526264</id><published>2008-02-17T00:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:54:41.672+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm either fat or fat, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear today was one of the best day of my life. So, erm, we took a lift from my papa's lorry before he proceed to his workplace. Ate at Swensens, and it has been like 453834583734876389278349282 minutes since I've step into that place. I'm serious! Yeah-yeah, can't be that exact though, lol. So we went shopping, town here and there, then cabbed home. And we spent the rest of the day chilling outside the neighbourhood since my house is so fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bringing me to East Coast tomorrow. Yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bTLS7tmFI/AAAAAAAABXM/9HsefXEZTDA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bTLS7tmFI/AAAAAAAABXM/9HsefXEZTDA/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167549813468534866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bTAC7tmEI/AAAAAAAABXE/JkZ2LJseAO4/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bTAC7tmEI/AAAAAAAABXE/JkZ2LJseAO4/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167549620195006530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bR0y7tmDI/AAAAAAAABW8/ZcDE3NGVO6I/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bR0y7tmDI/AAAAAAAABW8/ZcDE3NGVO6I/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167548327409850418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bRkC7tmCI/AAAAAAAABW0/CvH4rpAHWEU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bRkC7tmCI/AAAAAAAABW0/CvH4rpAHWEU/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167548039647041570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bRUS7tmBI/AAAAAAAABWs/FOBjByvenkk/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bRUS7tmBI/AAAAAAAABWs/FOBjByvenkk/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167547769064101906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQ8S7tmAI/AAAAAAAABWk/6ZMFusV_cuc/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQ8S7tmAI/AAAAAAAABWk/6ZMFusV_cuc/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167547356747241474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQwC7tl_I/AAAAAAAABWc/eKRE3_ouBkA/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQwC7tl_I/AAAAAAAABWc/eKRE3_ouBkA/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167547146293843954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQfi7tl-I/AAAAAAAABWU/c3PAJawhEbo/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQfi7tl-I/AAAAAAAABWU/c3PAJawhEbo/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167546862826002402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQKy7tl9I/AAAAAAAABWM/TAe-acV-9A8/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bQKy7tl9I/AAAAAAAABWM/TAe-acV-9A8/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167546506343716818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-677294114804526264?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/677294114804526264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=677294114804526264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/677294114804526264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/677294114804526264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-swear-today-was-one-of-best-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7bTLS7tmFI/AAAAAAAABXM/9HsefXEZTDA/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6170960668614314703</id><published>2008-02-16T00:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:06:41.275+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for the valentines day gifts to Meena, Cass and Mindy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels so dry, I might slit it. I feel slightly feverish. I have no appetite. My neck, thigh, stomach, toes and arms ache so much. My right ear seemed blocked and its kinda painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'll go to tomorrow's shopping, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I really wonder what am I doing inside The Clique. I mean, who am I there? I feel like a nobody! I tried to be optimistic, crack jokes here and there, but the same old thing happens again and again. You fucking understand? ITS THE GOD DAMN NEGLECT! And I hate it when you guys hide things from me, insulting me, calling me some childish names, making me jealous, sometimes even make use of me. I have feelings too okay! This shit... Fucking bullshit! Why did I even end up here, in Shuqun?! Why not Westwood, Jurong West, maybe even Pioneer? Whatever. I'm gonna leave The Clique sooner or later. You guys will never understand how I'm feeling 'cause you'll eventually do it again and again, right, Cassandra? Remember how you told me that you won't neglect me anymore? You're still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6170960668614314703?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6170960668614314703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6170960668614314703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6170960668614314703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6170960668614314703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-for-valentines-day-gifts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-4441995812022101061</id><published>2008-02-14T23:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:14:39.394+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kinda nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know the truth about our breakup. Just incase you didn't read my other post, his "reason" for breaking is, "You can eat pork, I can't. You can touch dog, I can't. We're just not compatible." --The main point is, its because of his religion and our race. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. (Dumb fucked RACIST!) Later in the morning, I found out that his "reason" was all a lie. His real reason for breaking is (Veni approval, approved!) &lt;u&gt;because he liked Veni&lt;/u&gt;. And Veni was like, "What the hell? He broke with you just to be with me? (Blabbers all kind of insults)" And I add on, "He's no different from RF."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doll, bastard. And Veni said that if you were to give her $1 million dollar, she won't accept you. She even said you have no shame. Shame-shame! *Use index finger and strokes cheeks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, Farlina actually joined a certain organisation. Just because her "special" paper was crushed and teared, she wanna call all her "friends" and bash him/her up. How stupid can teenagers be nowadays, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know... Please, cover. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I desperately wanna be a Christian, save myself, be a guai kia and serve Jesus. I've read a book about this woman encounter with god and its fucking amazing. Its true. Its so darn true. It says that, even though you're sooooooooo damn good with very little sins, you gotta pull your attention to God as well. Or you might as well get thrown into hell and serve your eternal punishment. The place is horrible, from the way she describe it. Got... Pit of fire lah, ocean full of blood that will eventually turn into fire lah, its hot here and there lah... Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might be naked. :)&lt;br /&gt;WOAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "Eh, RF got..."&lt;br /&gt;YW: "Fatso."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Oi, RF got c--"&lt;br /&gt;YW: "Fatso."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Oi, oi, oi~"&lt;br /&gt;YW: "Oi what oi, I got name one hor, okay! Squeeze your oil. Fatso."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Haiya! Daniel, daniel!"&lt;br /&gt;YW: "Squeeeeeeeeeeze your oil." *Squeeze his, erm, CHEST*&lt;br /&gt;C: (Laughs) "Stop it lah~"&lt;br /&gt;YW: "Squeeze your oil, then I go cook, then I give the child eat, very smelly, then later they-- *Choke himself, and then scream, and then play dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. He's such a great entertainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chen Wei accidentally knock onto Yiwei. And Yiwei has this low self esteem shit that can really piss people off. So basically he purposely wanna get into trouble and kept pushing Chen Wei, and this huge fight occur. Just because of an accidental push, ya know? How ahbeng/ahlian my class can be man. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with my geography and SCIENCE! Gosh, science used to be one of my best subjects. Mr Gerard (Way) can't teach well in science. Ask my whole class, they'd agree with me. I want back Mr Wong! And geography? Mrs Koh always waste her fucking time by scolding pupils that can never change. So could ya like, continue with the lessons?! YOUR TEACHING SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to the movies with Winnie and Qian 'cause Winnie was sick. Everytime got oppotunity to go out, last minute can't go. Qian, I might not make it tomorrow. Veni, same to our plans too. I have to choose between the movie or the chilling. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Veni house to do some finishing touch to the model. Eugene's bottle aeroplane looked hell good. We're gonna have some tough competition eh! But instead of completing the model, we lock ourselves in the room and had a fun, fun time rocking out with all those screamo songs, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And valentines day for the whole clique sucked. Me and Veni had our breakups, Cass is still waiting for her beloved, Hui Li is still single, Meena bothered everyday by Raja (Is he still bothering you?) and Carina all disappointed 'cause Patrick already has a stead for 3 years! But she's moving on, uh-huh. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat LJS. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4441995812022101061?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4441995812022101061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4441995812022101061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4441995812022101061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4441995812022101061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-kinda-nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-8518182325812777251</id><published>2008-02-13T23:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:12:56.634+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LF-y7tl7I/AAAAAAAABV8/hFEGFkBiw8U/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LF-y7tl7I/AAAAAAAABV8/hFEGFkBiw8U/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166409405162166194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LFQy7tl6I/AAAAAAAABV0/z7jCbuP82hM/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LFQy7tl6I/AAAAAAAABV0/z7jCbuP82hM/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166408614888183714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LE1y7tl5I/AAAAAAAABVs/VAO7muJquYU/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LE1y7tl5I/AAAAAAAABVs/VAO7muJquYU/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166408151031715730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LESC7tl4I/AAAAAAAABVk/dtjT9xMdL3s/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LESC7tl4I/AAAAAAAABVk/dtjT9xMdL3s/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166407536851392386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LDmy7tl3I/AAAAAAAABVc/_lM1lRUTpNA/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LDmy7tl3I/AAAAAAAABVc/_lM1lRUTpNA/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166406793822050162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LDVC7tl2I/AAAAAAAABVU/3A50gUIjq6w/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LDVC7tl2I/AAAAAAAABVU/3A50gUIjq6w/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166406488879372130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LDKi7tl1I/AAAAAAAABVM/AfyclYt30yY/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LDKi7tl1I/AAAAAAAABVM/AfyclYt30yY/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166406308490745682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I really enjoyed myself. We laughed non-stop throughout the whole afternoon and did our CME project. And our solider is looking great eh. We're gonna be unbeatable-- unless someone copy our idea. It would be bad I tell ya, baaaaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Craig left Blessthefall because of his daughter, and now he's back in the music scene. But guess whut? HE'S IN ESCAPE THE FATE. I mean, why! Why must he join Escape The Fate instead of Blessthefall? BTF is his original band! BTF new singer is Jared, I guess. Update me on this, anybody! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I beginning to like Simple Plan again. I used to like them... But, uh, MCR stole them away from me. HAHAHAHAHAHA, IMAGINE THAT! MCR sneaking into my room, then Bobzilla and Frank would carry my mattress all the way to their apartment. MY LIFE WOULD BE 9.999999999999999999999999999999% COMPLETE! Crappy, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know what am I blabbering about.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play audition now. -AG-Hinata, go find me lah.&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS PLAY ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8518182325812777251?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8518182325812777251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8518182325812777251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8518182325812777251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8518182325812777251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-school-i-really-enjoyed-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7LF-y7tl7I/AAAAAAAABV8/hFEGFkBiw8U/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-5463152658211192554</id><published>2008-02-12T22:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:31:22.641+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Howie! We tell you something you promise you won't cry? Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;"He wanna break with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..." (Already expected that) -___-&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, don't cry lah! HOWIEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, I'm not crying lah. But, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"He say that you and him, different. He malay, you chinese... You know~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a boy meets a girl, the boy falls in love with the girl and in the end, the boy wants to break. Why? He's a fucking racist, someone who judge people by their RACE. How pathetic right, just to break like that? That's why, I won't cry, and I won't entertain people with such anti-social attitude. Ya-ya, whatever. I'M OVER THIS ISSUE, AND I WON'T BE TRUSTING ROMANCE ANYMORE. TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misery loves company, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, tags replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia: Latest post, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei: Soooooooooorry, relinked already.&lt;br /&gt;Elza: Howie is special! [=&lt;br /&gt;Shiying: Imy too laaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Cass: I NEVER TRIED THE FOOD BEFORE. D:&lt;br /&gt;Qian: Once in awhile only, I promise. Orbiquack lor! But, yeah, you're right. Thanks buddy!&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: Hahahahahahahahaha, but its over now.&lt;br /&gt;Angel: WOOOOOOOOOOOOAH. WONDERBREASTS AND WONDERBUTT!&lt;br /&gt;Sinlee: *Thinks real hard* I dunno you leeeeeeeeeh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 MORE DAYS TO MY OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;And I totally wasted the gift that was meant to be his, sigh. Stupid valentines day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5463152658211192554?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5463152658211192554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5463152658211192554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5463152658211192554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5463152658211192554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/howie-we-tell-you-something-you-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-7814192547575515360</id><published>2008-02-11T23:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:45:46.418+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7AlUi7tlyI/AAAAAAAABU0/_P10s_inyzo/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7AlUi7tlyI/AAAAAAAABU0/_P10s_inyzo/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165669807498827554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7Alyi7tlzI/AAAAAAAABU8/h0ldEJI14ZQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7Alyi7tlzI/AAAAAAAABU8/h0ldEJI14ZQ/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165670322894903090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7Ak1S7tlxI/AAAAAAAABUs/rmGNixtSnJk/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7Ak1S7tlxI/AAAAAAAABUs/rmGNixtSnJk/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165669270627915538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7Akay7tlwI/AAAAAAAABUk/86jcLh7Clj4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7Akay7tlwI/AAAAAAAABUk/86jcLh7Clj4/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165668815361382146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kenneth: "...Yes, those days, there were samurais and ninjas."&lt;br /&gt;Chen Wei: "Cher, POWER RANGERS?" LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the word 'DEFNECE' pop out, I'll start laughing silently under my breath. Pee-yew. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian, I fucking lost the bet. And I bet Qian is jumping her ass off and then... Her panty dropped. See, I'm so honest! But, come on lah, who cannot resist Pizza Hut? Not even caterpillar, really. Go check in wikipedia, LOL. And according to Veni, after 10 years, the idiot has finally stepped into Jurong Point's pizza hut. So we ate there, and then went to the library to find some inspirations for tomorrow. Then went window shopping. The Clique, remember, NEWSPAPER FOR TOMORROW. Bring a bunch of them, even though the front page is some woman wearing some-- *COUGHS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h0wiie sh00x h0rnehh , hahaaxx . imaqqiine miie speakinqq lykk diishh aqqaiin .&lt;br /&gt;*JUMP UP AND DOWN, WOBBLING HER THIGH*&lt;br /&gt;iit'd be sh000000000000000xx awes00m3 ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosh, I'm so lazy to post and I'm dying for a hot bath right now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing this post, lol. K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7814192547575515360?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7814192547575515360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7814192547575515360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7814192547575515360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7814192547575515360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-kenneth.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R7AlUi7tlyI/AAAAAAAABU0/_P10s_inyzo/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6721603987860308799</id><published>2008-02-11T01:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:38:50.301+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67wGC7tlvI/AAAAAAAABUc/p98HQx0Snt4/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67wGC7tlvI/AAAAAAAABUc/p98HQx0Snt4/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165329809297741554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67v9y7tluI/AAAAAAAABUU/zBLb6Lm80V0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67v9y7tluI/AAAAAAAABUU/zBLb6Lm80V0/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165329667563820770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67umC7tltI/AAAAAAAABUM/5-Ae-NMQoPo/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67umC7tltI/AAAAAAAABUM/5-Ae-NMQoPo/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165328160030299858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last time, I used to say I hate Jay Chou and all? Well, I take back my words. He's effing cute. Happy now?! LMAO. Soooooooooooo, we went to watch Kung Fu Dunk, and it was one of the best movies I've ever watched, even though the ending kinda suck, in a way. I won't give away too much, but, you'll get tense up during certain parts. Uh-huh! Met Qian after that, stayed at home and slacked before heading out to eat dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking foward going to school tomorrow. But gosh, I really miss The Clique and Sayang, lol. Because I hate that english teacher, that geography teacher, that D&amp;T teacher, that music teacher... Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going bonkers. @&amp;*$&amp;*&amp;*(@$^)(@$&amp;*(!^(!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6721603987860308799?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6721603987860308799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6721603987860308799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6721603987860308799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6721603987860308799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/remember-last-time-i-used-to-say-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R67wGC7tlvI/AAAAAAAABUc/p98HQx0Snt4/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-1613321571064082264</id><published>2008-02-09T01:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:23:21.161+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xeM6GRH4I/AAAAAAAABTs/l1odzit3zNI/s1600-h/Untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xeM6GRH4I/AAAAAAAABTs/l1odzit3zNI/s320/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606448534101890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xcv6GRH3I/AAAAAAAABTk/VHZwBCn4HnI/s1600-h/Untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xcv6GRH3I/AAAAAAAABTk/VHZwBCn4HnI/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164604850806267762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xagKGRH2I/AAAAAAAABTc/D9JgneymzgM/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xagKGRH2I/AAAAAAAABTc/D9JgneymzgM/s320/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164602381200072546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xehKGRH5I/AAAAAAAABT0/4dt_pPdavzg/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xehKGRH5I/AAAAAAAABT0/4dt_pPdavzg/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606796426452882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xZ_KGRH1I/AAAAAAAABTU/OiEPm4sb8wc/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xZ_KGRH1I/AAAAAAAABTU/OiEPm4sb8wc/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164601814264389458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: "MAMA! HURRY UP! CARRY BABY!"&lt;br /&gt;Howie: *Writes on the sand... H-A-R-D*&lt;br /&gt;Mama: (Talk in Tagalog to Auntie Lita)&lt;br /&gt;Papa: "MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! CARRY BABY LAH."&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Chakamulehborlabapehsorotipratapangalatoksilawuru."&lt;br /&gt;(Waves slowly approaching)&lt;br /&gt;Howie: *Writes on the sand... G-A-Y*&lt;br /&gt;Mama: *Turns and look at the waves* "PAPAAAAAAAAA! THE WAVE!"&lt;br /&gt;Papa: (Gong-gong)&lt;br /&gt;Baby: *Laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"&lt;br /&gt;Papa: "Why you laughing little darli-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xyKqGRH7I/AAAAAAAABUE/YlTOyrE-CB4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xyKqGRH7I/AAAAAAAABUE/YlTOyrE-CB4/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164628400111951794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that really happened. You can actually see how sissy papa's legs is. And I'm not telling the outcome, LMAO. Went to east coast. Fun eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1613321571064082264?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1613321571064082264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1613321571064082264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1613321571064082264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1613321571064082264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-apologise-once-again-for-my-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6xeM6GRH4I/AAAAAAAABTs/l1odzit3zNI/s72-c/Untitled5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6975524004218539173</id><published>2008-02-08T01:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:25:27.482+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sNO6GRHzI/AAAAAAAABTE/t8GuEqDwYnI/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sNO6GRHzI/AAAAAAAABTE/t8GuEqDwYnI/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164235947475279666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sMWqGRHyI/AAAAAAAABS8/DauCguf49_0/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sMWqGRHyI/AAAAAAAABS8/DauCguf49_0/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234981107638050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sLo6GRHxI/AAAAAAAABS0/X95CqT83CBA/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sLo6GRHxI/AAAAAAAABS0/X95CqT83CBA/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234195128622866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sKlKGRHwI/AAAAAAAABSs/DSRxpBzDLVw/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sKlKGRHwI/AAAAAAAABSs/DSRxpBzDLVw/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164233031192485634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya, I'm real sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier in the afternoon, we had kentucky for lunch. And surprisingly, I wasn't hungry, AT ALL. But I still manage to finish 2 chicken wings, heh. So papa drove us to Auntie Dorris house, and my hair was like, woah. And my bro's hair is like, WOAH!! Ever since 5pm, I've been doing nothing except eating and playing the computer with Weiwei. LMAO. Yadayada, today was like any typical chinese new year dinner gathering. I have a feeling that Auntie Dorris doesn't like me. Ahhh, who cares man!? Manage to earn about $76. Cool. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese new year everyone. [=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6975524004218539173?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6975524004218539173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6975524004218539173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6975524004218539173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6975524004218539173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-earlier-in-afternoon-we-had-kentucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6sNO6GRHzI/AAAAAAAABTE/t8GuEqDwYnI/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6155620890928413783</id><published>2008-02-07T20:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T04:54:42.733+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the arcade at Gek Poh earlier in the afternoon. It has been 1 year since the renovation, and I thought it would be better. But guess what? NO DRUM MANIA AT ALL. Teck Heng complained that this arcade is worst than before while Fah thinks its cool, lol. Whatever. At least the computers are much, much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of this 'NEGLECT' thingy and I'm not gonna care about it anymore. I'll just fucking STFU and give those puppy eyes. Riiiiiiiiiiiight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just came back from outside. Papa brought me and mama to Jurong Hill. I got freaked out with the darkness at first, but trust me, the moment you reached on top of the hill, it will be one of the most gorgeous shit you have ever seen. Its like, some 5 star hotel at a carpark, LOL. I wanna go there with the Clique and him eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is tomorrow, which means going to Auntie Dorris house for the celebrations! Which also means eating damn good food. I hope its steamboat, HAHAHAHAHA! Expected amount to get is $50 and above. Seriously, those full-fledge chinese out there get to earn $100 and even more while I, some half chinese half fillipino asshole, only get to earn below $50. I'M SERIOUS! My relatives on my father side is so stingy. Can't even spare a $2 I guess. And my mother side? They don't celebrate chinese new year 'cause they are Fillipinos. Really poor ones. And you expect them to fly all the way here? Ok, sure, but I'll receive the money in peso, barely $2. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I don't know how to speak tagalog, except for the word "see-lah-wu-ru", which means crazy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitwait, I remember speaking it like a pro when I was 4 or 5. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats weird. I don't even remember anything now, LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6155620890928413783?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6155620890928413783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6155620890928413783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6155620890928413783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6155620890928413783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-went-to-arcade-at-gek-poh-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-4062158241424304407</id><published>2008-02-05T23:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:53:36.535+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g5KqGRHtI/AAAAAAAABSU/PJgFBkm-pwQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g5KqGRHtI/AAAAAAAABSU/PJgFBkm-pwQ/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163439828042325714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g6sqGRHvI/AAAAAAAABSk/iWBcjdq6-Fk/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g6sqGRHvI/AAAAAAAABSk/iWBcjdq6-Fk/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163441511669505778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g4dqGRHrI/AAAAAAAABSE/v1l6N3Ze4-0/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g4dqGRHrI/AAAAAAAABSE/v1l6N3Ze4-0/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163439054948212402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alot better. &lt;b&gt;Alot&lt;/b&gt;. But Sayang was missing in action in school, again. What happened to him, man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thingy that Hui Li drew for a working during math lesson looked like some snowman. So she asked, "Howie, like this correct or not?" "Huh? What is that? Snowman?" (Hui Li stares at it and start laughing hysterically) I don't get the joke, but I laughed like fuck too. Throughout the whole math lesson. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hui Li almost lost her ez-link and she got so fucked up. She even shouted at us. Errrr. But in the end, we find it under a block. And we missed five 99 buses because of that. I'm so not gonna help her again if she lost it! Howie meanie eh. So after finding some inspirations in the library for some group project, we ate our dinner at Sakae Sushi. Meena claimed that it was her first time eating there, woah. AND SHE ATE THE BEEF. SHE FUCKING ATE THE BEEF! Certain indians are not suppose to eat beef right? Is it like... Eating up a god? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swallowed a chill pill* AND LETS FUCKING CELEBRATE THE 10,000 HITS ON THIS BLOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4062158241424304407?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4062158241424304407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4062158241424304407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4062158241424304407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4062158241424304407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-alot-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6g5KqGRHtI/AAAAAAAABSU/PJgFBkm-pwQ/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6069180682112868201</id><published>2008-02-05T00:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:16:33.233+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like shit. Worst than shit. I've been sleeping like a log right after school and woken up 1 hour ago. And then my head starts spinning, twirling and flying... I can't even complete level 9 choreography steps in audition and go "YIPEE!" 'cause I feel so fucking horrible AND terrible now. And I'm obviously not being myself in school today. Look, I have low self-esteem, I'm fucking sensitive! I can't handle relationship problems well. And tried reaaaaally hard to let you guys know I'm here, but instead, I got fucking neglected. I can't do anything to cheer you guys up, because I'll feel like a mosquitoe buzzing around your head when you don't give me any signal. I'm not angry at all, but I think I'm giving up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just incase you guys don't know who I'm referring to, &lt;i&gt;its everyone in The Clique&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood for anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;And Sayang didn't go to school, again. I miss him, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, hopelessness is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6069180682112868201?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6069180682112868201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6069180682112868201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6069180682112868201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6069180682112868201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-5981931640708222263</id><published>2008-02-04T02:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:01:04.137+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;b&gt;FRENCH KISS! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I want a lip piercing! I love to stare at people with lip piercing, I don't know why. But look, I &lt;b&gt;don't even have&lt;/b&gt; a piercing at my ear, not even a single &lt;i&gt;ass&lt;/i&gt;hole. Okay, I'm overacting. I just want a lip piercing~&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the side effects are &lt;b&gt;horrible&lt;/b&gt;. Like, &lt;i&gt;swelling of gums&lt;/i&gt;? (HOW DID IT HAPPENED ANYWAY?! The ring &lt;b&gt;rub agaisnt the gum&lt;/b&gt;?) O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fucking want that levis watch that my bro bought. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Qian and Vivian today at JP. *SLAPS REAL HARD AT THE BACK* "I miss you siaaaaaa!" Ahahaha, those idiots are still the same eh. One thing fer sure, I had a fun, fun day with them. And I was pretty high-- going gugugaga over the toys and jumping here and there in the bus. &lt;b&gt;The results of the CHILL PILL, haha&lt;/b&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;And then they came my house, and then I went Vivian's house. It was just like those days man! Came home nearly 9.30pm, including the grocery shopping with mumma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Vivian's ex kept bothering us. He called nearly 30 times, wow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVGqGRHoI/AAAAAAAABRs/6vLsWdtFAcI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVGqGRHoI/AAAAAAAABRs/6vLsWdtFAcI/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162766858206649986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XUs6GRHmI/AAAAAAAABRc/fbo-9U5X9Jk/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XUs6GRHmI/AAAAAAAABRc/fbo-9U5X9Jk/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162766415825018466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XUhKGRHlI/AAAAAAAABRU/Uhs6yQB9kwk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XUhKGRHlI/AAAAAAAABRU/Uhs6yQB9kwk/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162766213961555538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVTaGRHpI/AAAAAAAABR0/V8JQeYR1Cgg/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVTaGRHpI/AAAAAAAABR0/V8JQeYR1Cgg/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162767077249982098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XUQKGRHkI/AAAAAAAABRM/lIrJhse_lyE/s1600-h/03-02-08_1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XUQKGRHkI/AAAAAAAABRM/lIrJhse_lyE/s200/03-02-08_1549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162765921903779394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XT5KGRHjI/AAAAAAAABRE/SI_yUZSmFRo/s1600-h/03-02-08_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XT5KGRHjI/AAAAAAAABRE/SI_yUZSmFRo/s200/03-02-08_1528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162765526766788146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVhqGRHqI/AAAAAAAABR8/BAQZHzSv4UA/s1600-h/1_649004115l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVhqGRHqI/AAAAAAAABR8/BAQZHzSv4UA/s320/1_649004115l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162767322063117986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XR_6GRHgI/AAAAAAAABQs/ShfHzYYW1YM/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XR_6GRHgI/AAAAAAAABQs/ShfHzYYW1YM/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162763443707649538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES DON'T NEED CAPTIONS! After all, a picture speaks a thousand words. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5981931640708222263?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5981931640708222263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5981931640708222263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5981931640708222263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5981931640708222263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/french-kiss-hahahahahahah-hey-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6XVGqGRHoI/AAAAAAAABRs/6vLsWdtFAcI/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7027147290739913708</id><published>2008-02-03T00:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:24:22.965+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/117b3go.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I love The Clique, even though we're starting to have conflicts here and there. We must stay strong, okay? Don't let a single arguement break up The Clique. I'm oh-so fortunate to have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name now in Audition is now -AG-Hinata, so pretty please don't ask who am I again, LMAO. I've been glued to the computer since morning till now. Its 8.22pm already and I only rested for like... 1 hour? Anyway, the rest of the days is gonna filled with fun eh. I'm going out with fork and knife on Sunday, movies on Monday, probably some celebrations in school on Wednesday, money rolling in on Thursday and Friday and of course, The Clique outing during the weekends. Man, life is hell good. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, I SERIOUSLY MISS QIAN AND VIVIAN, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7027147290739913708?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7027147290739913708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7027147290739913708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7027147290739913708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7027147290739913708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/attention-audition-name-changed-to-ag.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i28.tinypic.com/117b3go_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-1655393806539940811</id><published>2008-02-01T21:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:56:33.581+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sayang didn't go to school today. Sigh, I miss Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make this post short 'cause I am really bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;Miss Tan Kay&lt;/b&gt; became the &lt;b&gt;vice principal&lt;/b&gt;, replacing Miss Tan. And ever since then, Tan Kay is more, &lt;b&gt;apathetic&lt;/b&gt;. She never smiles, according to Mr Hasim. Okay, the moment we, me, Veni, Meena and Fah, stepped into Pioneer, guess who we saw first? &lt;b&gt;Miss Chua&lt;/b&gt;. I gave my brightest smile and hugged her. Gosh, I miss Miss Chua like fuck. She's not my teacher anymore, &lt;b&gt;she's my best friend&lt;/b&gt; eh. We went on looking for Mdm Malar, but Fah ending up riot-ing along the corridors. Still the same old Sharifah. Sholihin invited us inside their classroom and chatted with the EM3 staybacks. Many of them stayed back. &lt;b&gt;Many&lt;/b&gt;. And some even don't even deserve to get retained! We did find Mdm Malar after all and she knew about my PSLE math results, then hugged me. I tell ya, she's the best math teacher you can ever find, trust me. Hong lao shi was funny eh. I complained to him that my chinese teacher &lt;b&gt;comes from China&lt;/b&gt;, and he joked about him having the &lt;i&gt;slang&lt;/i&gt; and how I'm gonna &lt;b&gt;survive&lt;/b&gt; his lessons. There was many teachers we've seen, but I'm tired to talk about them now. Till then, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Leo6GRHfI/AAAAAAAABQk/rfNrk95l54A/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Leo6GRHfI/AAAAAAAABQk/rfNrk95l54A/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161932917291687410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6LedKGRHeI/AAAAAAAABQc/7_vM8E_WJ4I/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6LedKGRHeI/AAAAAAAABQc/7_vM8E_WJ4I/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161932715428224482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6LZ26GRHdI/AAAAAAAABQU/zYd08AXkq94/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6LZ26GRHdI/AAAAAAAABQU/zYd08AXkq94/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161927660251717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6LY3qGRHcI/AAAAAAAABQM/KPzYikr7qrI/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6LY3qGRHcI/AAAAAAAABQM/KPzYikr7qrI/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161926573624991170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dog, Pioneer basketball girls team doesn't have a team anymore. -___-&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FACE IS STILL AT THE NOTICE BOARD, HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1655393806539940811?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1655393806539940811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1655393806539940811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1655393806539940811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1655393806539940811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/02/sayang-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Leo6GRHfI/AAAAAAAABQk/rfNrk95l54A/s72-c/Image082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7193326571929759894</id><published>2008-01-31T23:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:16:30.492+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GxS6GRHbI/AAAAAAAABQE/SbtxRXOv2Is/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GxS6GRHbI/AAAAAAAABQE/SbtxRXOv2Is/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161601586334604722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GxBaGRHaI/AAAAAAAABP8/R34t1_8B_zY/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GxBaGRHaI/AAAAAAAABP8/R34t1_8B_zY/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161601285686893986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Gw4qGRHZI/AAAAAAAABP0/r6C0h8ycaU8/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Gw4qGRHZI/AAAAAAAABP0/r6C0h8ycaU8/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161601135363038610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GwdaGRHXI/AAAAAAAABPk/whxn_lX1RrU/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GwdaGRHXI/AAAAAAAABPk/whxn_lX1RrU/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161600667211603314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Gt7aGRHWI/AAAAAAAABPc/IUnFTeEPJrg/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6Gt7aGRHWI/AAAAAAAABPc/IUnFTeEPJrg/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161597884072795490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I FUCKING ENJOYED MY DAY. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG WORDS IN CAPS IS COOOOOOOOOOOOOOLZXZXZXZXZX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7193326571929759894?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7193326571929759894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7193326571929759894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7193326571929759894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7193326571929759894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuck-matreps.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6GxS6GRHbI/AAAAAAAABQE/SbtxRXOv2Is/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8124623848991666360</id><published>2008-01-30T23:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:05:43.716+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BaC6GRHVI/AAAAAAAABPU/VlAQvP4THLE/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BaC6GRHVI/AAAAAAAABPU/VlAQvP4THLE/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161224178968370514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BZGqGRHUI/AAAAAAAABPM/ySrjI9m2Vtk/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BZGqGRHUI/AAAAAAAABPM/ySrjI9m2Vtk/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161223143881252162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BYkaGRHTI/AAAAAAAABPE/QlbaWcI94tM/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BYkaGRHTI/AAAAAAAABPE/QlbaWcI94tM/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161222555470732594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've finished reading the book Cassandra lend me. I still can't get over the ending! And my eyes were all teary. Sigh, once upon a time, a boy meets a girl, the boy falls in love with the girl and in the end, the girl dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I kissed her. "Don't leave me, not now. We still have our plans, our promises." "Aren't they just... Sweet words? Tell me they... Are not." I nodded. My entire face was trembling with tears. "They are not, don't leave me, Lara." "You... You don't leave me, dear dear... Please don't... Leave me... Again." My tears was dropping fast. I was shaking so hard that I tried to control myself by taking deep breaths. "God, Lara, don't die on me. Not now. I love you, Lara. Okay? Once upon a time, a boy meets a girl--" "I can't see you... Where are you?" "I am here!" I said. "You are here." And that was the last sentence I ever heard from her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNIFF, SNIFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school's great. Mrs Leong is like, &lt;b&gt;a great fucked up asshole&lt;/b&gt;, throwing detentions here and there, but she is sure nice when she's not scolding. Home econ was great fun eh. But too bad I didn't do much 'cause Meena always took on the roles. We had to use our recess time to finish cooking up. Skipping 2 periods of science just because of a dental visit with Cassandra and Siao was a funny experience eh. And band wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; great, even though its the Sec 1s band orientation. I wasn't myself eh. Mood swings got the better of me. Games was boring, but I love Heri's big artificial breasts and espicially seniors' &lt;b&gt;neglect&lt;/b&gt;. Sec ones, always have this fucking problem that can't be fucking bothered by other people, pffh. Buffet was great though. Sayang feed me with some... Er, green kueh. Then went back home together with Sayang. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8124623848991666360?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8124623848991666360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8124623848991666360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8124623848991666360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8124623848991666360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-ive-finished-reading-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R6BaC6GRHVI/AAAAAAAABPU/VlAQvP4THLE/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2241412957213181811</id><published>2008-01-29T21:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:58:39.221+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suay, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't ride the lorry today, zzz. Which means waking up 19238291749023 seconds earlier, causing me to have really black eyebags. And guess what? My nose was bleeding after washing up. &lt;b&gt;It was the worst nose bleeding, ever&lt;/b&gt;. So, in school, I got into hell lot of trouble. Got scolded during Geography lesson because I was throwing paper around. Uh-huh, throwing messages to Sayang eh. Was asked to stand at the door by Mr. Ng, just because I walked to Cassandra's table, taking my maths book. And I even had &lt;b&gt;detention&lt;/b&gt;! I was caught by the fucking unreasonable half botak DM/OM by throwing some soft paper material at the whiteboard. But in the end, ended up throwing it somewhere near Meena's place. So he was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU, THE GIRL, COME HERE!" (Broken english, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw it! I SAW WHAT YOU DID!! One hour of detention!"&lt;br /&gt;"W-what?! I ONLY THREW THE PAPER! &lt;i&gt;Godammit&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care! Gimme your ezlink!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't have."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't have?! HANDPHONE?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't h- *COUGHS* Alah, wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, I did have my ez-link after all. And he took it without saying thank you. Eh, manners eh. So I stayed back during detention. I have two more hours of detention because of Home Econ, last week. I still didn't clear that yet, zzz. Walked around with Veni and Sayang before heading home. Cassandra, the book rocks like fuck, can? Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2241412957213181811?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2241412957213181811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2241412957213181811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2241412957213181811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2241412957213181811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhh-my-day-can-say-suay-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-2865200368976153067</id><published>2008-01-28T22:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:10:56.459+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really darn irritated by HER while slacking after school today, doesn't mean I hate her. &lt;b&gt;I'm just letting it out&lt;/b&gt;. She gotta like, interrupt in conversations and borrowing money, &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; returning it back. Everything must go her way, no matter what. And when I reject, she'll force me even more and just pull me away with that fucking pissed face. I tried to shove her hands and even &lt;b&gt;begged&lt;/b&gt; that I didn't wanna do what she requested. But, hey, can't blame god for having such a friend. Nothing is perfect, anyway. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Cassandra and Carina if I had neglected you guys in any way, seriously. Now &lt;b&gt;I know how I'm like the last few years&lt;/b&gt;. She's a &lt;b&gt;perfect example&lt;/b&gt;. Well, I'm glad that I've learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eh-hem, &lt;b&gt;this is my blog&lt;/b&gt;, I can write whatever things I want. Which also means &lt;b&gt;respecting my privacy&lt;/b&gt; instead of defending someone or ranting at my tagboard whatsoever, geddit? If you think its too insulting, tell me personally okay? But better fucking change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was very enjoyable. Man, &lt;b&gt;I swear love Sayang to bits&lt;/b&gt;, man! ALOT, ALOT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love my homo too okay, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whuuuuuut? WHUUUUUUUUUUUUT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R524BaGRHSI/AAAAAAAABO8/o4I49b0oZu4/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R524BaGRHSI/AAAAAAAABO8/o4I49b0oZu4/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160483082361445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R522IKGRHRI/AAAAAAAABO0/iJaHmnozH74/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R522IKGRHRI/AAAAAAAABO0/iJaHmnozH74/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160480999302307090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by sayang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5219KGRHQI/AAAAAAAABOs/5MBN8N2AUKk/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5219KGRHQI/AAAAAAAABOs/5MBN8N2AUKk/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160480810323746050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSANDRA CHAI XINLE. HAHAHAHAHAHA. LELE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R521wqGRHPI/AAAAAAAABOk/uH_PtsCjpG4/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R521wqGRHPI/AAAAAAAABOk/uH_PtsCjpG4/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160480595575381234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2865200368976153067?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2865200368976153067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2865200368976153067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2865200368976153067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2865200368976153067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-really-darn-irritated-by-farlina.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R524BaGRHSI/AAAAAAAABO8/o4I49b0oZu4/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8161693146194812956</id><published>2008-01-27T02:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:11:18.373+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I TAKE BACK ABOUT ME SAYING THAT THE CLIQUE WILL SPLIT&lt;/b&gt;! After thinking about it the whole night, I guess it won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people to diao me. I mean, I said something realistic and suddenly, that cute but effing irritating diao face come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao Pa Suck. Haha, nono, its Lau Pa Sak. Yes, we went there to eat satay. And my nose felt so stuffy because of the hot, hot chilli from the stingray lah. It'll prove that I'm abnormal. So else got this condition, huh? We didn't have enough time to shop at Bugis 'cause it was nearly 9.30pm, and I was so darn sleepy. Cassandra, I want the spongebob tee leh. *CRIES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, PHILLIPINES MCR GIG SOUNDED BETTER THAN S'PORE LOR. AND &lt;b&gt;THERE'S BOB THERE, THE GIG HERE AT S'PORE BO BOB. BOB, I WANNA KILL YOU&lt;/b&gt;!! I'm glad that they enjoyed it lah. Okay, now I'm not, 'cause they have Bob there. I'M SO GONNA SEARCH THE VIDEOS IN YOUTUBE DURING THAT GIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since salmon post it up liao, I've removed the audi pictures. HAHAHEHEHOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8161693146194812956?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8161693146194812956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8161693146194812956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8161693146194812956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8161693146194812956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-like-people-to-diao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-352237281468158650</id><published>2008-01-26T02:53:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:47:36.761+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5nqB6GRHJI/AAAAAAAABN0/HHI7ENhKGXk/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5nqB6GRHJI/AAAAAAAABN0/HHI7ENhKGXk/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159412166625926290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have photoshop! @#$!%#^&amp;@*(!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was moody here and there because I was left out in da group, grrr. CASSANDRA ALWAYS PANG SEH ME. HMPH. Mr. Wong is gonna go to NUS High and he'll be replaced with a teacher that we manage to get along with, yay! I got detention when nobody told me I had one. Okay, fine! I do remember that I have detention but I guess nobody told me &lt;b&gt;when&lt;/b&gt;. My bulldog english teacher teared my paper and there was like, 48718904238 words okay! I didn't listen during Mother Tongue, and instead, drank Pink Dolphin for that whole period. I'm serious! Before band, Farlina, Daniel and I sang My Chem songs and I finally found out that &lt;b&gt;somebody has been deleting my songs from my phone&lt;/b&gt;. I was stupid to not realise it. -___-&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, I skipped lunch and dinner. I seriously need to lose off those extra fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great, I was the only one from da clique who actually went for band practice. Cass needa go back to her primary school for a renioun, Veni needa go to the hospital for a check up, the rest? Excuses, excuses, excuses. Carina promised me that she'll go band with me but she ran away before I can find her. I went around the whole school finding her, alright?! And honestly, I was pissed because nobody was commited, except for those who really have their reasons. I'm gonna show my blackface on monday. I hope Carina doesn't cry and make me all guilty. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So band was hell fun. I had a one-on-one match with my seniors and my senior doesn't wanna admit! HAHAHA, DON'T BELIEVE GO ASK HERI OR WHAT LAH. LOL. Then the percussionists played along with the whole orchestra. But half way playing, Farlina just took my instrument away. Like, just snatch it and started playing it without caring a damn thing. So thats her true colors, eh? Sigh. We were given some files and badges at the end of the day. Went back home nearly close to 7pm and onlined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that the Clique will end up &lt;b&gt;splitting&lt;/b&gt; sooner or later. Seriously. That single thought is enough to manipulate me in some way. If it really happened, I guess I have sixth sense. HAHAHAHA. But, hey, I don't want the Clique to split up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-352237281468158650?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/352237281468158650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=352237281468158650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/352237281468158650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/352237281468158650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-i-edit-until-very-nice-no-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5nqB6GRHJI/AAAAAAAABN0/HHI7ENhKGXk/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6676880707718769491</id><published>2008-01-24T20:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:47:05.536+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th January, 1.23pm, I'll remember that, always. Whenever I see you. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ng didn't come to school so we had 3 periods of freedom! --In class. With some pathetic rules here and there. I got obsess playing with Jeremy's handphone game, heheh. I was like, making sound effects while playing. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyeeeeeeeeeeeeeyooooooooooooor~" Haha, siao! So recess was per normal. Except when Cassandra was infront of the pail, squatting down, preparing to throw the plates for us. So I sneak up to her and shouted, "SMACK THAT!" And I really smack her ass using my knee and she loses her balance, wobbled her thigh/battock and her face almost fell flat in the pail full of plates, hahahahaha! But it was mean, mean, mean of me to do that luh. But then again, since her actions was the most hilarious thing in my life, I can't help laughing my breast off! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mah besties manage to go Band, except for Farlina and Meena. Farlina was like, "I don't care! I must find Miss Siti and join band! So that I can--" *COUGHS* Eh-hem, er, okay. And meena got into Media Club instead. Congratulations, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-ed at the Cofee Shop, as usual. Ate porridge today since I wasn't in the mood for fried chicken wings, haha. The western food uncle is really nice lah! Aim: To befriends with da uncle until veh close so that he'll blanja me food! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, I'm out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6676880707718769491?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6676880707718769491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6676880707718769491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6676880707718769491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6676880707718769491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/24th-january-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3028428795122439808</id><published>2008-01-23T23:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:31:42.483+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5cXcKGRHII/AAAAAAAABNs/B50gfSnIQK0/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5cXcKGRHII/AAAAAAAABNs/B50gfSnIQK0/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158617670690610306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck me in da backseat, fuck me in da backseat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casschai posting {:&lt;br /&gt;heh ! &lt;br /&gt;howie's lazy . zz .&lt;br /&gt;she's a lazy pig .&lt;br /&gt;ask me to post for her .&lt;br /&gt;okok , she asked me to&lt;br /&gt;post about tht bastard ,&lt;br /&gt;rf ! _l_ .&lt;br /&gt;so what's his problem ?&lt;br /&gt;insulting the whole clique ?&lt;br /&gt;insult me can alr ,&lt;br /&gt;stil insult everybody ?&lt;br /&gt;so , you claim tht siyao is your&lt;br /&gt;baobei while carina is your gan mei&lt;br /&gt;&amp; your two baobeis from one three eh ?&lt;br /&gt;siyao and carina hate you alot .&lt;br /&gt;and please , you think by doing this &lt;br /&gt;you will make howie jealous ?&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eye* , then think again !&lt;br /&gt;you are not making her jealous ,&lt;br /&gt;you are making her hate you !&lt;br /&gt;why do you even wanna do this ?&lt;br /&gt;you told me you are not a hongster, &lt;br /&gt;but to me your daily life is ,&lt;br /&gt;jio girl , dump them , make them jealous ....&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the cycle continues .&lt;br /&gt;not hongster ? pls !&lt;br /&gt;&amp; _l_ far away from the clique :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, CASSANDRA, NICE ONE EH! ERM, ERM, CASS IS OFFLINE NOW AND I'M ONLINE THAT MEANS CAN CRAP RIGHT? YAY. HAHAHAHA, BYE CASSANDRA! I'VE COLORED THE POST BY OUR PIC EH. AND RONG FONG, IF THERE'S SOMETHING SUCH AS "JIGOKU SHOUJO" AND "HELL CORRESPONDENCE", I'LL FUCKING WRITE YOUR NAME THERE THEN YOU'LL GO TO HELL WHILE I ENJOY LIFE THEN GO TO HELL. PLUS, I'LL HAVE A COOL TATTOO NEAR MY NEI SO ITS WORTH IT, YES? NO. HAHAHAHA, BAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3028428795122439808?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3028428795122439808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3028428795122439808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3028428795122439808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3028428795122439808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/casschai-posting-heh-howies-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5cXcKGRHII/AAAAAAAABNs/B50gfSnIQK0/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2407684275043212358</id><published>2008-01-22T01:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:24:23.454+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA, I'VE DECIDED TO BE A GOOD GIRL, STFU AND DO MY REVISIONS/HOMEWORKS INSTEAD OF BLOGGING TOTAL NONESENSE THAT WILL CORRUPT PEOPLE'S BRAINS. HOWIE IS A ROLE MODEL, CHEH. AND YOU KNOW RIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EX DAMN BASTARD. MACAM MATREP SIA. (MALAY POWER!) VERY, REALLY, SERIOUSLY. HE GO MINGLE WITH GIRLS, SHOUT HERE SHOUT THERE, LOOK FOR FIGHTS WITH MY CLASSMATES WHEN THEY JUST LOOK AT HIM. LUCKILY I BREAK WITH HIM OR I SUFFER LIKE FUCK. EH, HE ALSO TRIED TO MAKE ME JEALOUS YOU KNOW. LIKE, WTF?! I WON'T FUCKING GET JEALOUS UNLESS HE'S MY BF K. AND HE WANNA ACT PAI KIA WHEN HE IS SUPER UGLY, SUPER SHORT, SUPER OUTDATED WITH DA THICK EYEBROWS STICKING OUT, HAIR LIKE MUSHROOM AND BLAHBLAHBLAH. HOWIE SO MEAN. BUT WHAT I'M SAYING ITS TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know da caps is irritating, I just wanna catch you guys attention and read how bastard my ex is. I wanna humiliate him, man! Since I've done that (YAY!), I shall play audition with my couple now. Buhbye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2407684275043212358?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2407684275043212358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2407684275043212358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2407684275043212358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2407684275043212358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahahaha-ive-decided-to-be-good-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-2105872441492930360</id><published>2008-01-20T00:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:01:05.557+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5HdYYu_nhI/AAAAAAAABNc/EdoT2ABK_lA/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5HdYYu_nhI/AAAAAAAABNc/EdoT2ABK_lA/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157146459342085650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TRANSFORMERS, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!" Erm, is the lyrics correct? Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my phone battery is totally flat. So that's why I didn't answer any one of your calls. I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever read about me insulting my bro, I'm just letting my anger out. Don't even believe it, I'm just faking it. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie and Qian came to my house to chill and shit. They were giving out fliers earlier... So I volunteered too! I'll laugh whenever people reject us. Haha, I'd like to volunteer again, puh-leez! So we took a stroll around Gek Poh and decided to go to the Pasar Malam. I didn't wanna spend all of my money because I wanna buy Acash, BOO! Takoyaki rocks like fuck man. And I bought a mask rider mask for myself. Hey, don't laugh! And we gave out fliers there, too. Unusual, but fun! So we chilled awhile more at home before they went back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 3rd febuary - da clique outing together. [=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2105872441492930360?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2105872441492930360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2105872441492930360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2105872441492930360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2105872441492930360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/transformers-robots-in-disguise-erm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5HdYYu_nhI/AAAAAAAABNc/EdoT2ABK_lA/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8379945669730013337</id><published>2008-01-18T18:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:08:28.791+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, I'm somehow "broke" with RF, just because of some issues. So... We started out early in the week, and we're falling apart already? I've noticed, anything concerning &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;, I'm so, so unfortunate. There will always be quarrels. RF, you shouldn't have joked about the girls. I got so, so irritated. Every minute, you'll ask it again and again. You're making it sound as if that you really want them. And just because Cass warned you not to say that again or we'll end up breaking, you got pissed? Pissed?! Ok, you're even more sensitive than me. So, lets say you wanna forgive and forget and start all over again, I might not consider. 70% no, 30% yes. Uh-huh. Thanks for losing my faith in love. (Errrr?) But hey, I still love you. But then again, I'm over you. And this is my first time crying over something like this, oh great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the clique, Farlina, Syafiqah, Yati and the lame jokers in the class for comforting me when I was breaking down. Hakim, maybe you're right after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practise was... Intense, haha. It was harder than I thought, espicially getting coached two-on-one (Together Heri) with the seniors. For the snare drums, we have to carry it. And my back is aching real badly. But we got breaks after 10 minutes or so, yay. K, then got another round of coaching from the ex-shuqunite, Haikal and MINDY! Budden the Sec 1s were dismiss early. And only like, 7 turn up for the training? WTH RIGHT. ALL NOT COMMITED LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed with Hui Li, like, so fucking disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While self-timing, the guys came out of the band room and start kaypoh-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B-yYu_nfI/AAAAAAAABNM/j6xWBA9yvIY/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B-yYu_nfI/AAAAAAAABNM/j6xWBA9yvIY/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156760977437335026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two of them ran away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B_Dou_ngI/AAAAAAAABNU/0bctsXwQw88/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B_Dou_ngI/AAAAAAAABNU/0bctsXwQw88/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156761273790078466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, best shot, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B-NYu_neI/AAAAAAAABNE/UXxOwThYLd0/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B-NYu_neI/AAAAAAAABNE/UXxOwThYLd0/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156760341782175202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8379945669730013337?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8379945669730013337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8379945669730013337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8379945669730013337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8379945669730013337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm-ive-broke-up-with-rong-fong-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R5B-yYu_nfI/AAAAAAAABNM/j6xWBA9yvIY/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7554287995159291827</id><published>2008-01-16T22:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:00:31.738+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43VIYu_nYI/AAAAAAAABMU/dEim-kp4poE/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43VIYu_nYI/AAAAAAAABMU/dEim-kp4poE/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156011488464313730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for carrying my bag, eh? [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after school, the clique along with Farlina and Hakim headed to da Cofee Shop to have lunch. And we couldn't start laughing during that whole period! We didn't even have the appetite to eat after laughing so much. So I gave away two chicken away, hahahaha. Cassandra! *USE HANDS AS FANS AND FAN MYSELF* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school to go for the soccer try out. In the end, &lt;b&gt;we didn't even find the coaches&lt;/b&gt;. Alah, something caught our attention lah. The gym! Since one of our prefects has been talking about it, why not try it? I was so determine to lose weight, man! So, I've decided! Every monday or wednesday, I'll work my ass off! If there's band, (There's band today actually, you know! Budden I dunno!) then bobian. Must skip da workout. Kk? K. Who's in, man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bus stop and we actually took the long cut. The veh long cut. So while walking, he carried my bag. Then I was so straightfoward and so direct, then we hold hands for the first time. Amazing, eh? And all of a sudden, his friends appeared in a lorry, driving past us. And he was like, "ALAMAK! HOW!? SURE AT SCHOOL THEY'LL SPREAD LEH! OKAY, I DON'T COME SCHOOL FOR 1 MONTH SO THEY'LL FORGET!" Hahahaha, siao. And Cassandra is currently so pissed because the whole class thought that she like Jeremy. Jeremy, if you reading it now or what ah, please lah, love cannot be forced. Stop "melting" her heart. (-____-) She only want you to be a friend than lovers k. Its hopeless, she'll wait for that guy no matter what. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to accept him, but fear forced me to back out. I don't know how the hell we're gonna last long, but I'll give it my best shot. And if it were to happen again, this time, I'll never ever trust love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43d4Yu_ndI/AAAAAAAABM8/-GqN1UlLrJI/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43d4Yu_ndI/AAAAAAAABM8/-GqN1UlLrJI/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156021109191056850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43dgIu_ncI/AAAAAAAABM0/DtFoEasjgF0/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43dgIu_ncI/AAAAAAAABM0/DtFoEasjgF0/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156020692579229122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43dIou_nbI/AAAAAAAABMs/He925l8vaYc/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43dIou_nbI/AAAAAAAABMs/He925l8vaYc/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156020288852303282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEYLANG SO ENGROSS IN THE PHONE, HAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43cvou_naI/AAAAAAAABMk/VEs01FEeXGs/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43cvou_naI/AAAAAAAABMk/VEs01FEeXGs/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156019859355573666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43b6Iu_nZI/AAAAAAAABMc/jj8pDy_3ZoE/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43b6Iu_nZI/AAAAAAAABMc/jj8pDy_3ZoE/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156018940232572306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - QIAN AND VIVIAN! ATTENTION. WE CAN'T MEET ON FRIDAY 'CAUSE I GOT BAND PRACTISE. POSTPONE TO MONDAY OR TUESDAY OR WEDNESDAY OR THURSDAY OR NEXT FRIDAY. TYVM AND BAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7554287995159291827?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7554287995159291827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7554287995159291827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7554287995159291827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7554287995159291827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-for-carrying-my-bag-eh-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R43VIYu_nYI/AAAAAAAABMU/dEim-kp4poE/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8289767463659092739</id><published>2008-01-15T20:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:57:39.497+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some Japanese school from Japan came to our school for a programme. What is the school name again? Kyoto? Mando?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously wanna be born in Japan so that I can look like those hot guys spotted standing along the corridors or those effing cute girls bitching around, hahaha. They are fucking hot! See, see, I'm admiring them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were fucking hilarious. And I was laughing non-stop till I cried okay! When people laugh too much, they'll cry like fuck right? "Righhhhht!" Howie the best teacher. HAHAHAHA, CRAP LAH HOWIE! K, the Karate performance is the most hilarious because of the Shuqunites lah. So the master stomp his feet, did some flying here and there, and shouted, "&lt;b&gt;OOOOOOOOOOI~&lt;/b&gt;" So they follow the master and copy him, "&lt;b&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOI~&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ZXZXZXZXZXZXZXZX.&lt;br /&gt;Howie siao, HAHAHEHEHOHOGAHA! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cassandra made a new friend called, Ayuko. See, see, friends with other people from other country already leh. And Rong Fong is so nice to me lah, he even &lt;b&gt;accompanied me to the bus stop&lt;/b&gt; when his flat is just opposite the school. [=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8289767463659092739?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8289767463659092739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8289767463659092739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8289767463659092739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8289767463659092739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-japanese-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-2435038270202861698</id><published>2008-01-14T23:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:55:26.502+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-mYu_nXI/AAAAAAAABMM/iFfls7YcCA0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-mYu_nXI/AAAAAAAABMM/iFfls7YcCA0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155283027651173746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;fucking love sabo-ing people, man&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 3 weeks in Shuqun, and I already find someone who wanna stead me. Eh-hem, &lt;b&gt;he is the one who wanna jio me first&lt;/b&gt;. Mampos, can? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great, once again. The clique really had a "HAHAHA" time together, LMAO. Uncle Kenneth is the best non-official teacher, nicest teacher, ever! Unlike some teacher who screams and bang the table to get our attention. (Right, 1/5?) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s7gou_nSI/AAAAAAAABLk/QVksm-IYfNI/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s7gou_nSI/AAAAAAAABLk/QVksm-IYfNI/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155279630332042530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s5Qou_nRI/AAAAAAAABLc/R1KlFBKPSm0/s1600-h/DSC00091000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s5Qou_nRI/AAAAAAAABLc/R1KlFBKPSm0/s320/DSC00091000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155277156430880018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clique (Without Carina and Meena) decided to eat at some Cofee Shop. And Cassandra! We geddit, the soup is nice. AND TOO BAD YOU CAN'T HAVE THE PRAWN, HAHAHAHA! *Wobbled my battock* The toilets stinked like hell. Went to Veni's House to play with her dog. OMG, I fucking love dogs now. And we camwhored like fuck. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-Z4u_nWI/AAAAAAAABME/UK2SLfHZGTM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-Z4u_nWI/AAAAAAAABME/UK2SLfHZGTM/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155282812902808930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-FIu_nVI/AAAAAAAABL8/sXAuNij69CQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-FIu_nVI/AAAAAAAABL8/sXAuNij69CQ/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155282456420523346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s94Iu_nUI/AAAAAAAABL0/qqo6CDKO-SQ/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s94Iu_nUI/AAAAAAAABL0/qqo6CDKO-SQ/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155282233082223938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s86ou_nTI/AAAAAAAABLs/OpkKfDQ_f5I/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s86ou_nTI/AAAAAAAABLs/OpkKfDQ_f5I/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155281176520269106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS DRIVING ME CRAZEH! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2435038270202861698?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2435038270202861698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2435038270202861698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2435038270202861698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2435038270202861698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-fucking-love-sabo-ing-people-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4s-mYu_nXI/AAAAAAAABMM/iFfls7YcCA0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-252446832578417711</id><published>2008-01-13T15:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:04:53.528+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4nh1Iu_nQI/AAAAAAAABLU/7Asy2AqtSMM/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4nh1Iu_nQI/AAAAAAAABLU/7Asy2AqtSMM/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154899551496150274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAHLIA, CANDID EH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe friends really come and go. Once they neglect you, its over. You'll start having doubts then a quarrel will occur. If you see me not talking, not chatting to you... Any form of communication, &lt;b&gt;I'm giving up on you&lt;/b&gt;. It doesn't mean end of friendship, its just that we're slowly fading away. I'm just moving on. Why should I, go gugugaga over you and start treating you like a princess just to get your attention so that we'll start being, er, BFFLs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realised &lt;b&gt;how stupid I am&lt;/b&gt; back in the past. How I got the wrong friends, wrong influences... But, no one ever said that life was fair and I'm not saying that it should be. So knowing that you are where you want to be and I'm not comes as no surprise. But don't expect me to be happy for you and don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too. I don't want your pity, I hate your pity. (Just incase any one of you didn't notice, its the lyrics to the song playing in my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm so fortunate to have my clqiue. Thanks for being there for me, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its surprising that me and Qian manage to do our hairdo on the same day. LMAO. Qian ah, congrats to your hair for being all straight again k! I cut concave, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4nczYu_nPI/AAAAAAAABLM/59o7HUgSRko/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4nczYu_nPI/AAAAAAAABLM/59o7HUgSRko/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154894023873240306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, don't laugh! WTH, I know you're laughing. And don't say it looked the same as before, lmao. Okay, for some reason, my hair color is coming back. Maybe I didn't dye it inside-inside. K, die. Tomorrow sure kena scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, BAIBAIBAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-252446832578417711?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/252446832578417711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=252446832578417711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/252446832578417711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/252446832578417711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-friends-really-come-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4nh1Iu_nQI/AAAAAAAABLU/7Asy2AqtSMM/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-225730511464470756</id><published>2008-01-11T22:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:29:03.149+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c9you_nOI/AAAAAAAABLE/Ssg97YigGfg/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c9you_nOI/AAAAAAAABLE/Ssg97YigGfg/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154156238686100706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c5qIu_nNI/AAAAAAAABK8/WKIXCnHm7Bk/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c5qIu_nNI/AAAAAAAABK8/WKIXCnHm7Bk/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154151694610701522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c0mYu_nMI/AAAAAAAABK0/yqIUztnlHMY/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c0mYu_nMI/AAAAAAAABK0/yqIUztnlHMY/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154146132628053186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4czjYu_nLI/AAAAAAAABKs/isNmA4W_DAs/s1600-h/Photo0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4czjYu_nLI/AAAAAAAABKs/isNmA4W_DAs/s320/Photo0218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154144981576817842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple hello, a cheery smile or any style of greeting from someone could change my whole day. I swear! And it makes me feel like, "Hell yeah, I exist!" Unfortunately, I don't exist to some people. And to me, those people are friends. But for their case, I think its different. Way different. They're too occupied with their newfound friends, I guess. Hey, I've found some besties too you know! And I tried not to neglect any one of you. I've put in my hardest to let you know I'm here. I guess that, &lt;b&gt;you guys don't care&lt;/b&gt;. If I don't get the attention I want from you, you, and you. I might as well STFU and move on. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm through with you okay. I told you, you'll get your retribution. And it did happened. Now you're crying your bullshit out, eh? Don't ever manipulate me with your... Sweet talking, smooching or whatever intentions you intended to bring me back. I will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; return back to you. &lt;br /&gt;...Congratulations, I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, school was great. As usual, the clique was crappy, cranky and childy. (I'm trying to make those words rhyme!) Mr. Wong taught us about technology and the subject was quickly changed into &lt;b&gt;atomic bombs&lt;/b&gt;. He showed &lt;b&gt;the victims who kena the impact of the bomb&lt;/b&gt; and it was supposed to be rated, NC16 or M18, gore/strong violence. *ENDS UP SPEECHLESS* Why my homo like feel nothing one! But lucky in B&amp;W format or I might rape Mr. Wong. The boys loved it, oh god. You've just experience the world of death, man! K, crap. Alah, papa say he wanna bring me out in the end never bring. I changed my clothes, put eyeliner all that already leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD, HOMEWORKS IS PILING UP. ADIOS. BAIBAIBAIBAIBAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-225730511464470756?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/225730511464470756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=225730511464470756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/225730511464470756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/225730511464470756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-simple-hello-cheery-smile-or-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4c9you_nOI/AAAAAAAABLE/Ssg97YigGfg/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2482384937042387384</id><published>2008-01-10T23:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:12:13.805+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4X7j4u_nKI/AAAAAAAABKk/raQz3BnZQR4/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4X7j4u_nKI/AAAAAAAABKk/raQz3BnZQR4/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153801942538886306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone siao-like, then made Wonderpanty eyes guaya. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun! I seriously love my homo, da clique and my class okay? But Daniel (The chinese one) is fucking irritating luh. Right, LELE? [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 187 with Carina and headed to Jurong Point to meet Wonderpanty. Yay, I saw Vivian and I was fucking happy man. "You don't want me ler!" *Gives that sad face* No lah, little miss purple butt. I told you, you're abnormal. Its impossible to forget you with that colored butt lah, heh. Eh eh, then Wonderpanty surprised me from the back. Then we ate at long john and head to my house to... Gore around?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the... Boxman game first before playing many many gore games. Watched many suicide and gore videos after that. And Wonderpanty hair was standing, LOL. There's many suicide cases about trains, search that up in youtube. And some other suicide ones like the pointing-the-gun-to-your-head-then-bang. ITS NOT ILLEGAL RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss da clique and ma pioneerians friends, man! K, bai. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2482384937042387384?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2482384937042387384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2482384937042387384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2482384937042387384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2482384937042387384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-was-fun-i-seriously-love-my-homo.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4X7j4u_nKI/AAAAAAAABKk/raQz3BnZQR4/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8809271795603601605</id><published>2008-01-09T23:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:50:23.269+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD. OHMYFUCKINGOD. OHMYMOTHER/FATHER/BROTHER/&lt;b&gt;LITTLEBROTHER&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was really havoc. Friends and I laughed throughout the whole lunchie time. We even played truth or dare with Matin and friends just to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk along the Garden's bridge, continue walking, stop at the D&amp;T room and turn right, walk up the stairs and you can see a band room. Then we go audition for the band lor. See what instrument we get to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO BE THE DRUMMER/SOMEONE PART OF PERCUSSION IN CONCERT BAND! THEN, THEN. CAN PLAY THE DRUMS AND I'M LIKE SO HIGH NOW. ALMOST ALL THE SEC 1S WHO PUT BAND AS ONE OF THEIR CHOICES BECAUSE THEY WANTED DRUMS DIDN'T GET THROUGH. AND I'M ONE OF THE TOP 3. I'M SO OVER THE MOON MAN. HAHAHAHA. Hui Li said, "When you play right, your head like got shake, shake, shake." WTH! LOL. Cassandra play da sex-a-phone. Woah, thats my homo alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, then, now I wanna play audition. CAN? KK, BAI SUCKERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8809271795603601605?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8809271795603601605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8809271795603601605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8809271795603601605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8809271795603601605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3998823164680608615</id><published>2008-01-09T20:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:52:57.012+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... Start of lessons!</title><content type='html'>sh00hhx , yahhx . s0 farr , dhe fiirst tw0 ddayxx werr qqreatt w0rr . hadd al00t 0rbb funn wiiff myy sayanqqs . butt the teacherrs dherr shuckks lykk faarkk .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, cut it out Howie. Stop talking like some total bitch imposter. I guess after this post, I won't be updating much because school's gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/1/08 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only get to know half of my teachers. All not fierce one lor! Budden, they very strict about dicipline one. Yeah, right. Or those mats won't mingle outside our classroom and shout at the teachers. My science teacher was really funny. He like gong gong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know about the Primadeli incident?&lt;br /&gt;All the people got... Ah... Diahorrea?&lt;br /&gt;Then they shit and shit and shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! CASSANDRA KENA PUNISH BECAUSE SHE TALK AND TALK AND TALK DURING MUSIC LESSON. WOOHOO! During music was really hilarious. [Inserts that guy name here] sneezed and distrupt the whole silence, followed by three grunts. The whole clique couldn't tahan not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairperson is Hakim a.k.a Geylang and vice-chairperson is Syafiqah. Eh, I must thank Geylang and gang for appointing me (along with Raja) as cleaners (Enviroment reps) in the class ah. I win Raja by 3 votes, too bad sucka! Yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what? Ah lian ah? HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4HYUou_nHI/AAAAAAAABKM/F7LRIZkEPyM/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4HYUou_nHI/AAAAAAAABKM/F7LRIZkEPyM/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152637297732066418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by my homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4HYB4u_nGI/AAAAAAAABKE/zhhGExKso40/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4HYB4u_nGI/AAAAAAAABKE/zhhGExKso40/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152636975609519202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/1/08 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was boring. It was so boring that I can yawn 1 time per minute. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra sat beside me during mother tongue and I am so fucking fortunate to have her you know! My chinese teacher is someone from China and I'd be a big disgrace to all mixed-race people out there, heheh. And Yeshwant doesn't have a 2nd language? I thought he's taking... Tamil? K, whatever. I'm so looking foward to tomorrow's band practise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4Mroou_nJI/AAAAAAAABKc/XLUtRVP0Kac/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4Mroou_nJI/AAAAAAAABKc/XLUtRVP0Kac/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153010375771266194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chio lor, Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4MonIu_nII/AAAAAAAABKU/foQ9loszMfc/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4MonIu_nII/AAAAAAAABKU/foQ9loszMfc/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153007051466579074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, really, from the bottom of my heart, I'm not neglecting you guys! Its just that you all also never showed me your attention also mah. So like, why should I? I do that you all also like don't care. (OOPS!) And I also don't know why Qian always so moody when playing Audition despite cracking really lame jokes lah. POOP/KNIFE, CHEER UP LAH K! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3998823164680608615?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3998823164680608615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3998823164680608615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3998823164680608615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3998823164680608615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-start-of-lessons.html' title='Finally... Start of lessons!'/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R4HYUou_nHI/AAAAAAAABKM/F7LRIZkEPyM/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-1711563848421460569</id><published>2008-01-04T19:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:50:49.826+13:00</updated><title type='text'>First 4 days in Shuqun Secondary!</title><content type='html'>Orientation for 4 days. 4 days of laughter, fun, bonding. This post might be long. So, yeah. Read it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I'm back schooling! But I was really late for school. And the journey to school isn't what I've expected. The bus was super packed and I gotta wait for the next, next, next one which caused me to lose 25 minutes of my travelling time. My new shoes is hurting the back of my left feet, causing my skin to tear and bleed profusely. Now I'm limping. The plaster didn't help one bit! I guess I'll wear longer, thicker socks instead of ankle socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I manage to get along really well with my classmates. They were so, so friendly. We start talking to each other, giving each other smiles after recess. They were so talkative. And I must say, I love my class! I admit - There are some pretty cute guys! And no, I'll try not to get one anymore. Unless that bastard is still willing to harass me. Mr. eh-hem, I still fucking hate you, okay? Its a good thing you didn't sms/call or I'd kick your balls to make sure all your tadpoles are gone, pffh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of school - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I was really early today. Woke up at 5am. Washed up, tied and waxed my hair. Left the house at 5.40am, reached the bus stop 5 minutes later. Surprisingly, bus 99 wasn't crowded at all! I guess I manage to catch the first bus, yay. Reached school at approx 6.16am (I have good memory, ya know!) and waited for my newfound friends. Sms-ed a bunch of idiots, crap and at 7.15am, my friends and I went up to the hall. Lectures, lectures. Whoever enjoy them must be insane like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I've made plenty of friends this time. Lmao. It all started during the team building games. I did something really stupid. Really, really stupid. Qian knows, heh. Cassandra, Hui Li, Veni, Carina, I'm glad to have you guys man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of school - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• We practised the school song, school cheer and our class cheer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1-5, 1-5 FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;1-5, 1-5 IS THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;1-5, 1-5 BEAT THE REST.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooooh. *Kallang wave* 1-5!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the practise of the cheer, my class challenged Sharifah's class to see who's the loudest and the best. They were freakingly loud and the got that extra oomph while my class is as blur as a sotong. In the end of the day, we said thanks to each other. Bonding already with other class, eh? Good lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day of school - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I woke up at 8.15am because I forget to set my alarm clock. I am suppose to reach there at 8.45am, you know! So I took a freaking taxi to school and manage to reach there by 8.50am. The taxi driver don't even know the way until I called Cassandra, then he know! WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• We had our class practises and performances. I fucking enjoyed it! I felt so honoured when everyone clapped for us. 1B is the only class who did a dance, a skit and a cheer all at once. They combined it, haha. The most outgoing class is 1A, Fah's class. "Everybody, eh eh. Everybody, eh eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Me and Veni went to browse the booths. And the moment we step out from the canteen to the Parade Square, some people already came rushing to us. From dance club, concert band... To netball. It was chaotic lah. Me and Veni wanted to join NPCC one lor. Budden, the prefect who took care of our class manage to convince us to join band. So this guy came out and asked us, "You want to try the drums?" So I kinda agreed. So, yah, I played a few beats and the people around me was clapping and somehow amazed, LOL. Then we went to see the other booths before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I'm joining the concert band. Together with Veni, Cassandra and Hui Li. I'm gonna rock the house, man!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OKAY. I'M DONE LAH IDIOTS. BAI BAI BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ACT CAMERA SHY ONLY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;The actual fact is that they zilian alot, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R38X5Yu_nFI/AAAAAAAABJ8/DG1b9J6L9Rg/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R38X5Yu_nFI/AAAAAAAABJ8/DG1b9J6L9Rg/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151862773394676818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drums were cool. But I want the drums behind. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R38XvYu_nEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/fLcXauYYX5E/s1600-h/Image00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R38XvYu_nEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/fLcXauYYX5E/s320/Image00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151862601595984962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Cassandra, my homo partner. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1711563848421460569?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1711563848421460569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1711563848421460569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1711563848421460569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1711563848421460569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-schooling-but-i-was-really-late.html' title='First 4 days in Shuqun Secondary!'/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R38X5Yu_nFI/AAAAAAAABJ8/DG1b9J6L9Rg/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2251606365513545854</id><published>2008-01-01T04:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:52:19.701+13:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve with besties.</title><content type='html'>Today was freaking/fucking awesome. After eating at macdonald, we chilled at my house. Vivian claimed that it was her best day of the month. Month only, what only. Haha, siao char bor. Anyway, we went towning around Jurong Point and shopped for our school bags. So, yeah. I guess we went in and out of Yellow for 3 times. Imagine what the shop keepers might think. "Oh my god, are they gonna steal our things?" Heheh. Bought a bag from Wallet Shop. So, yeah, we rented the movie, "click" and I can't deny, it was great. But some parts were really... Disgusting? Why must the dogs fuck the toy duck, huh?! But it emotional. We all cried okay! Vivian even had a reindeer's nose and her eyes were all red. But the ending changed our whole mood lah! *#&amp;(@&amp;)@@%&amp;)#&amp; Argh, whatever idiots. Thanks for recommending, Qian the dorkie knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't manage to do the countdown or even have a sleepover lah. Parents, PFFH! Who can understand them, man. So, yeah, the countdown at Vivo ended approx 25 minutes ago. And I was jumping... Much more worst than a retarded monkey. And I hugged my dad and mum. So sweet of me right. Tomorrow is the start of our secondary school life. Good luck, okay suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian was so hot, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kReou_nDI/AAAAAAAABJs/wjFLDx0g6vM/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kReou_nDI/AAAAAAAABJs/wjFLDx0g6vM/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150166866903145522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm [inserts someone name from Qatar here]! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kQHYu_nBI/AAAAAAAABJc/7jMLfywZ4Vg/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kQHYu_nBI/AAAAAAAABJc/7jMLfywZ4Vg/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150165367959559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face sucks there like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kP5ou_nAI/AAAAAAAABJU/4lyj-Kg5ebY/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kP5ou_nAI/AAAAAAAABJU/4lyj-Kg5ebY/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150165131736357890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunqian said, "cancel off my face in this pic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kPfIu_m_I/AAAAAAAABJM/aQVR388qUMA/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kPfIu_m_I/AAAAAAAABJM/aQVR388qUMA/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150164676469824498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kPRIu_m9I/AAAAAAAABI8/XAelHBVGqLI/s1600-h/3112200712633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kPRIu_m9I/AAAAAAAABI8/XAelHBVGqLI/s320/3112200712633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150164435951655890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kPGIu_m8I/AAAAAAAABI0/6F072HOwT30/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kPGIu_m8I/AAAAAAAABI0/6F072HOwT30/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150164246973094850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my fork/doofus/pee and my knife/dimwit/fart asses.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Bob (my husband) too okay! And happy new year. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2251606365513545854?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2251606365513545854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2251606365513545854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2251606365513545854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2251606365513545854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-awesome.html' title='New Year Eve with besties.'/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kReou_nDI/AAAAAAAABJs/wjFLDx0g6vM/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-3932716690907481578</id><published>2007-12-30T20:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T04:30:00.010+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RE-EDITED POST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BRIGHTHEN MY BLOG WITH AUDITION PICTURES, CAN? MY BLOG IS GOING PICTURE-LESS EXCEPT FOR THAT TWO CONVERSATIONS WITH DORKIE KNIFE THE KILLER. AUDITION IS LAME (That's that fact!) BUT ITS FUN LAH. MICHELLE, YOU SUCK MAN. OKAY, FINE. PRO-FESSIONAL. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His couple will &lt;b&gt;kill me&lt;/b&gt; if she found out that I was mingling with him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dMmIQz_5I/AAAAAAAABIU/voPB9w9MQJ4/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dMmIQz_5I/AAAAAAAABIU/voPB9w9MQJ4/s320/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149668916858191762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll mega you one day saying, "you suck!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dOBIQz_6I/AAAAAAAABIc/uOWjNs9rplQ/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dOBIQz_6I/AAAAAAAABIc/uOWjNs9rplQ/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149670480226287522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian fly, while I'm preparing to fly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kKY4u_m7I/AAAAAAAABIs/u7oihIlEJQc/s1600-h/Untitled3+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3kKY4u_m7I/AAAAAAAABIs/u7oihIlEJQc/s320/Untitled3+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150159071537503154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday/today night/morning, from 10pm to 1am, I was busy clearing all of the books. I didn't bear to throw away ALOT of things and ended up keeping a quater of those books/papers/notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of diaries which me, Vivian, Qian and Winnie doodled on. Haha, we sure have many different group names. From C.A.T.S, to The Black Roses, Sanguinary Illusion... And I noticed how immature we were back then! LOL. Aw, man! I can't imagine my life without you three. You guys made a huge (good) impact in my life and I must constantly thank you for that. Despite making you guys angry again and again. Okay, so I flip through a couple of photo albums that was found inside my bag. Sigh, I miss those other friends who I've slowly drifted apart with. Liping (Or liyu *giggles*), Shubing, Xinni... And yes! I still remember how I told Farizan about how she stole my skin color and how we played together in the Swimming Complex. LOL. There's so many memories that I've recalled. I can't just write it down here 'cause... My blog will eventually "flood". -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie grumbled, "My uniform is so fucking big~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dRuoQz_7I/AAAAAAAABIk/Bhh2NYYemY0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dRuoQz_7I/AAAAAAAABIk/Bhh2NYYemY0/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149674560445218738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so funneh. I can't wait for tomorrow man! Bai bai, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;Song playing, ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS, BAD DAY. Enjoy k. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3932716690907481578?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3932716690907481578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3932716690907481578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3932716690907481578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3932716690907481578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanna-brighthen-my-blog-with-audition.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3dMmIQz_5I/AAAAAAAABIU/voPB9w9MQJ4/s72-c/Untitled2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2658022703719704047</id><published>2007-12-29T18:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:26:35.317+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3YMGoQz_4I/AAAAAAAABIM/kJInjH3bEsY/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3YMGoQz_4I/AAAAAAAABIM/kJInjH3bEsY/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149316531971424130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3YMA4Qz_3I/AAAAAAAABIE/9j8LpIrAyCE/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3YMA4Qz_3I/AAAAAAAABIE/9j8LpIrAyCE/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149316433187176306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks me up when I draw in msn just for pure entertainment. I guess the dorkie knife (limyoonshien) got irritated? Haha, orbiquack. I might irritate some of you and do some "predictions" again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shuqun to buy my books and uniform. THE SHIRT IS SO FUCKING BIG AND THE QUALITY OF THE SKIRT SUCKED. PLUS, ITS LONG MAN, LONG! I GOTTA LIKE, FOLD MY SKIRT TO GET THE DESIRED LENGTH. BUT I CAN'T MAKE MY SHIRT SMALLER BECAUSE THEY SAID, "No modifications to your uniform!" AND I LOOK AS IF I've GAINED 20KG! K, whatever. Haha, I know I'll grow fat and tall so I must bear with it, for a few years. I'm currently reading that literature book (I dont get it except for the rhyming part) while drinking a totally frozen iced milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, I'm bored. I guess I'll play audition now. Name is -ANATOMY-x3, find or PM, if you wanna play with me. I don't mind, I'm always free. Unless fork and knife is online and decide to crap around, then you gotta join in as well. Alah, I know its lame lah. But its too boring when the same routine is friendster, blog, friendster, blog. And audition is a great way to excercise your fingers lor. Its true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE COUNTDOWN. Qian, Viv and maybe Winnie is coming over to my house to have some killer party, man! And we're gonna go "heavy duty" shopping before that. I wanna buy poppers and wake up Angelo when its officially 2008. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, bai suckers. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Lenalee's (From the anime, D.gray-man) looked so funny when she has short hair. And should I cut my hair? Concave? Long? Or maybe back to emo? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2658022703719704047?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2658022703719704047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2658022703719704047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2658022703719704047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2658022703719704047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/none-of-emoticons-i-found-was-suitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R3YMGoQz_4I/AAAAAAAABIM/kJInjH3bEsY/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2023994496013860719</id><published>2007-12-26T04:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:15:40.689+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is enjoying their holidays, huh? One person is complaining about how boring life is when its always full of surprises. The other is constantly telling the whole world how emo his/her life is. And the other is quarreling with their friends, yapping about what kind of a whore, bastard, bitch she is. If they're quarreling with some guy, still, a bitch. My life sucks too okay! Can I whine with you? Had a major quarrel with my mum, on X'mas. My brother had a major quarrel with my mum too, on X'mas. Dad is getting fed up because of our family, on X'mas. Mum, the best screamer in the world, is scolding her client, her own kids, her own husband, after X'mas. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great, my all time second favorite singer, Craig, is leaving blessthefall because he wanna be with his child and reevaluate his decision to pursue a career in music. I like blessthefall because there's Craig (and Jared) in it. And now he's gonna leave. Jared took over his place for a few tours. And if he's gonna sing, can he match Craig vocals? I don't think so. BTF would sound... A total screamo band with no melodic tunes. And I'd probably get sick of screamo! I fucking hope Craig won't leave. And I don't want another Singer. I ONLY WANT CRAIG. I don't even want Jared. I prefer Jared screaming and playing the bass than to take Craig's place. At least The Click Five had found a great replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even wanna talk about my Christmas Day. The feast was awesome, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2023994496013860719?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2023994496013860719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2023994496013860719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2023994496013860719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2023994496013860719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-word-to-describe-my-day-my-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-5027259426952030287</id><published>2007-12-25T04:29:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:48:19.875+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/party/fest17.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I'm posting now, its 20 more minutes to Christmas. My red skinnies is finally altered and I look fat in it, man! My butt is glued to the chair and I'm gonna go blind with all the massive radiation from the computer. Kk, crap. But what if really happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is -  I believe in Santa. But I'm not those little kids who wait for Santa's arrival lah. Haha, after watching the polar express at channel 5 (half way I stopped watching so I don't really know the ending), then I believed. I felt as if I was in the movie. With the "roller coaster" rides and all. My heart was pumping so fast with all that excitement. And I think I've experience that 2 seconds pressure when the train went downwards. I dunno why, I just feel as if I'm inside in the movie. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am extremely excited for tomorrow's christmas feast. Why Dahlia never come. D: I promise myself to crap with her leh. I'm not caring about those presents anymore like I used to. I'm gonna eat my breast out, man. Haha, imagine that. Howie, stop being lame, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob birthday is coming too. End of december. LOL. Alah, why not 1st of January. Then he'll be the same age as Frank and can celebrate new year at the same time too. Kk, crap. Oh, the song you're hearing now is by MCR k! All I want for christmas... IS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, merry christmas. Happy birthday to my little beloved brother, Angelo and the emokia idiot, Salmon. Bai! 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5027259426952030287?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5027259426952030287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5027259426952030287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5027259426952030287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5027259426952030287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-from-time-im-posting-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-2663275328430712183</id><published>2007-12-23T05:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:37:45.277+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/love/433.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rocked man. I can't bear to delete all those MCR live pictures and videos. Even that two seconds video of frank, LOL. Its taking alot, alot of space. Kk, back to my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out at 7pm to meet my mum, dad and little brother at Bugis. I waited for them approx 30 minutes, ya know. And I saw them with shopping bags. Obviously they took their time before coming to meet me lah. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate at some food court at level 3 and the fish of the fish and chip's was freaking huge! Eh, I didn't finish it leh. Normally my appetite like so fucking big. I'm craving for Ramen! Alamak, my brother was screaming again lah. Kk, after eating, we shop shop shop till we drop. Hoho, my clothes is gonna flood my wardrobe soon. Oh, I enjoyed playing with my brother new toys! My brother was going gugugaga about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, went back home. Reach home at approx 11.30pm. I thought today Friday then got anime and all. Eh, I wanna put new song. Should I put Violent kiss by Eyes set to kill or Beautiful in blue by Alesana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2663275328430712183?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2663275328430712183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2663275328430712183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2663275328430712183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2663275328430712183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-today-rocked-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-6118709930349464529</id><published>2007-12-21T16:45:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T04:14:03.905+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/happy/542.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my Orientation today and I was as jumpy as Naruto when he went for his. All the people there were nice, friendly, jolly. But my parents want to transfer me into Westwood and I can finally pull Dahlia's shorts during netball training. Chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I entered the school after the 45 minutes ride. And my first impression of the school is like, woah. There is the students at the pavement greeting us, "Welcome!" Then there's this dicipline master asking the same question again and again. "Express? NA or NT?" And I almost said express. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in class 1/5. Stylo milo! And there's lockers in the school! OMG, I'm so gonna rent it lah. Then we went up to the hall, grab a number and sat at the chairs. Great, judging from the way &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; talk, there are minahs. WTH. I saw some pretty cute guys too. Woah, I might date them ya know. The battle is still on, Viv and Qian. :D Oh-oh, we can bring electronic devices to school, but only before school, during recess and after school. Cool? Yay. Shuqun isn't so bad after all! The only problem is - MY MUM. She said Shuqun too far. Then wanna appeal and all. Riiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhtttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, so after that, rested at home and played Audition. Then about approx 5.20pm, me and my dad went out to meet my mama. Yadayadayada. Fast fowaaaaaaaaaard. K, then we ate at Sakae Sushi. Next time I wanna try... That other ramen! The beef cheese katsu was awesome eh. And yay, I finally can finish &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of my food. I think I ate 5 plates of sushi, one big bowl of ramen, half of the beef cheese katsu, 2 big tempura... Man, the list could go on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping, weeeeeeeeeeeeee. I hate to shop with my mum. She's like, "MAYMAY! EH! THAT ONE VERY NICE LEH! (She points at a pink t-shirt with flowers)" And I keep ignoring her suggestions. Then she's gonna be like, "Aiya! Your style like boy very hard to find lah! Everything you also don't want. You very choosy lah. Picky lah. What lah." So auntie, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go heavy shopping tomorrow again. Buy presents, clothes, decorations, groceries, etc. I hope I won't have to go to the church 'cause its X'mas Eve lah. Must sing the "ALEILUYA" song. And you can hear some of them going out off tune, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, bai. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6118709930349464529?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6118709930349464529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6118709930349464529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6118709930349464529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6118709930349464529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-shuqun-isnt-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-7346664483652134004</id><published>2007-12-19T16:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:21:55.182+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/mad/1345.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alah, I didn't get into Jurong West, Westwood or what lah. I'm so disappointed, k. I ended up going to &lt;b&gt;SHU QUN&lt;/b&gt;, fuck. My fifth choice. My fifth choice you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know, I should have opted for NT instead of NA. I'm so fucked up with that bangla principal Mr. Bala or whatever name k. I guess very few of my schoolmates is going there. And I was really looking foward to going Jurong West with Wonderpanty lah. And the outcome turned out worst than I've expected. I don't even know where the school is but I guess its near the temporary site of my old school and Jurongville. I'm still fucking disappointed, really. Is anybody going Shuqun? Because if there are people, tell me at my tag k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian and Vivian came to my house after collecting their result. Qian manage to go Boon Lay. Vivian got rejected for her first choice and went to Jurong West. My favorite school! WTH. K, nevermind. We ended up throwing my soft toys at each other and got back to our tardy mood. I'm still disappointed, k! My baby brother is loved, woah. Vivian was squeezing his cheeks and Qian was making funny noises, hah. Then we played Treasure Hunt! So fun lor. Then they wanna doll me up. So they took my eyeliner and start "experimenting" different styles with my eyes. Oh well, they took a couple of minutes before I could relax and stop moving my eyelids, LOL. Then they wanna sing for their youtube thing so, yeah, I became their Cameraman. Credit me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard of a youtube account called, "SMOSH"? They're fucking awesome! Qian recommended them, hah. And we decided to act on what they did during the video. Watch "The Haunting" and you'll know. Qian sucked on the part about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ian. Have you seen a ghost?" "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ian. Do you even believe in..."&lt;br /&gt;"NO! I DON'T BELIVE IN GHOST!"&lt;br /&gt;"I was gonna ask you about fairies!&lt;br /&gt;But if you gotta be a dick about it then fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, LOL. We took about 6 times before they switched roles. And we did another video in the video "Toy Airplane". Ian (Qian) saw a "dead" woman body (Me) and Anthony (Vivian) got disgusted. Then Ian wanted to take a photo with the woman and took a self shot together with the woman. Search it on youtube then you'll know. Remember, its SMOSH. Yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my brother to the fucking core k. Why can't things go my way, huh? Always his damn ways. He'll skin you alive if you ever mess with him k.&lt;br /&gt;Kk, bai. I'M STILL DISAPPOINTED! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7346664483652134004?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7346664483652134004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7346664483652134004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7346664483652134004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7346664483652134004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-alah-i-didnt-get-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3217439539039401587</id><published>2007-12-17T19:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:08:36.177+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/happy/1277.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderpanty waited for me for nearly 30 minutes at the Boon Lay Interchange. Oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry, k! I'm beginning to be more like Kakashi, uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to JEC to watch Alvin and the chipmunks. But its 30 minute before the movie start, so we took neoprints first. Angel wouldn't let me see her face after we preview some shots, WTH. Yay, I edited our neoprints like shit. Then after that, we bought popcorns, coke and hotdog and went to Hall 1. We're blinded by the total darkness. Angel thought she's gonna fall because we can't see the floor. So we walk very, very slowly to our seats. And the moment we reach the seats, the lights were turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEODORE IS FUCKING CUTE LAH K. Haha. The movie turned out fantastic. In the end, Alvin, Theodore and Simon got back together with Dave because Uncle [inserts name here] treated them like machines. Just watch it, k. You'll love Theodore and his absolute cuteness. Eh, but the sad music made me emo for that period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played the UFO soft toy game. And, and... Wonderpanty got the toy! WTH. I tried 6 times while she tried 4 times yet I didn't get one single shit. K, fine. I'm not jealous. Maybe I am. But I'm not! Fine, I am... But I don't feel jealous. Argh! Angel, I want you to play for me next time. You suck lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put a new song. This time, there's no screamo or anything. And for the first time, I'm putting a song which is totally off rock, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2epyIQz_2I/AAAAAAAABH8/pwq-yRiNFew/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2epyIQz_2I/AAAAAAAABH8/pwq-yRiNFew/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145267777970634594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3217439539039401587?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3217439539039401587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3217439539039401587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3217439539039401587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3217439539039401587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-wonderpanty-waited-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2epyIQz_2I/AAAAAAAABH8/pwq-yRiNFew/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-4438966748570104630</id><published>2007-12-15T00:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:38:36.886+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/happy/783.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun day. I've been going out alot lately. And I'll be going out Wonderpanty tomorrow. Gosh, I really had a fun week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Qian the ah ma and Farizan the crybaby today. LOL. I'm not being mean~ Anyway, I miss them lah! I haven't been seeing them for nearly 2 months. We went to the gym, or should I say, the track. Long story, k. We went to the gym, went to the track and back to the gym again. In the end, sigh, [insert a long story]. So we went back to the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suay, it was drizzling. So we decided to run in the rain. And it was so fun running like total retards (I am one after all!), hah. We stomp, jumped and kick each other in the puddles. Rain isn't so bad after all! :D We decided to rest and plan on where we should go next. Instead, we got occupied by Qian's losing weight tactics. One looked like some mummie struggling to get up, LOL. And the other... Looked like some bangladesh praying position. ROFL. Anyway, we camwhored after that. And Farizan was like, scolding herself for being ugly in the photos. You're not lah, babe. Kk, then we had trouble putting taking self shots without the help of the self timer. Its either Qian or Farizan face that will be cut off. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farizan was laughing because they manage to get hold of my Ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind. Zoom in if you want. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JnNoQz_1I/AAAAAAAABH0/fqutg21uxlw/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JnNoQz_1I/AAAAAAAABH0/fqutg21uxlw/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143787208254422866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see, Qian always get distracted by things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JnF4Qz_0I/AAAAAAAABHs/nQGWPzALpWk/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JnF4Qz_0I/AAAAAAAABHs/nQGWPzALpWk/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143787075110436674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to Jurong Point after that and ate at LJS. I have no license in eating. The crispy part of the fish/chicken kept falling off the plate. And there was at least two-three fries off the plate. I was trying to eat with a knife and fork but I ended up eating with my hand. I wanted to be more refine, laaaah. K, we saw Mr Andy Tan and we told stories about our experience with him. He's not one of the good teachers, k. He's always finding opportunities to scold someone just to act fierce and make him look as if he's the Dicipline Master. And I once called him, "ANDY!" and he said it was (fucking) rude. WTH. Real name cannot say meh? And then we talked about the teachers in Pioneer. I can't believe I'm leaving Pioneer! But it would be sad to see all those teachers who helped me with all their heart go. Espicially Miss Chua. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go to the Arcade and play some games. But we're out of cash and instead, we went to Toys R Us. Haha, it was really fun there k. We're like, taking all those kids toys are beating each other with it even infront people. We caught many people staring at us. Hey! There's a kid in us, okay! And we're still kids, not teengers. Even though we look like one. :B I guess you don't want me to blabber want we did there right? Haha, k. So we went back home. Me and Farizan were running to the bus and luckily, it didn't fly away. So, yeah, we head back home and currently, I'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Qian being part of Heroes with a really heavy ang-moh accent.&lt;br /&gt;It would be sooooo cool. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2Jmy4Qz_zI/AAAAAAAABHk/35iPdTPvUZ4/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2Jmy4Qz_zI/AAAAAAAABHk/35iPdTPvUZ4/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143786748692922162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farizan said, "EEEE!" And Qian got distracted, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JkEoQz_yI/AAAAAAAABHc/mRe2SO19HI0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JkEoQz_yI/AAAAAAAABHc/mRe2SO19HI0/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143783755100716834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing, "Bob the Bryar. Can we fix it? Bob the Bryar. Yes we can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2Jjp4Qz_xI/AAAAAAAABHU/U8G5-MJHJqw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2Jjp4Qz_xI/AAAAAAAABHU/U8G5-MJHJqw/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143783295539216146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - I miss my Audition dardar, NoFeArDS. And! Qian always appear "looking-elsewhere" in my photos. GAHAHAHAHAHA! Lets do it again sometimes, k. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4438966748570104630?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4438966748570104630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4438966748570104630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4438966748570104630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4438966748570104630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-another-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2JnNoQz_1I/AAAAAAAABH0/fqutg21uxlw/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-5202431103279825488</id><published>2007-12-13T22:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:38:12.510+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/crazy/1076.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a mess! In a good and yummy way, ROFL. At first, Winnie came to my house because she wanted to play Audition. So, yeah, I helped her and all. She's improving real fast, unlike me. I manage to clear level 7 at level 4 only leh. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bathe, changed, watch Winnie play aud and WONDERPANTY came. K, it was unexpected. Because I thought she was coming at 2 plus. Then I brought up the subject about cooking. And we decided to go over Winnie's house and do some cooking and baking. They were so hilarious while playing before heading out. We freaked out when we viewed a couple of gore pictures and Winnie gotta hug my leg and fell down. Hahahehehohogahazxzxzx. You wouldn't me to talk and talk and talk right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing like some siao char bor after a drink at Geylang's pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EKUAhWcmI/AAAAAAAABHE/p7G6QSzQRSM/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EKUAhWcmI/AAAAAAAABHE/p7G6QSzQRSM/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143403588287361634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we then got ready and went to Gek Poh to look-see-look-see. We left Winnie alone and ran to another door and she didn't realise that we left her and she almost talked to herself. LOL. We went to the food court which is a copy of Pioneer Mall's koufu (Pffh!) Winnie bought a fruit drink that was super sour. We smooched at her after she bought it and her reaction was hilarious! Angel tried the drink and she face was squeezing when the sourness got the better of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reaction, LOL. There was more to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EJOQhWclI/AAAAAAAABG8/fRByq1z7NpM/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EJOQhWclI/AAAAAAAABG8/fRByq1z7NpM/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143402389991486034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Mars chocolate bar at Candy House before walking a few metres, we wanted to tong ball ball. (Just in case you guys don't know, you gotta insert a one dollar coin to get a toy in a ball) And we're throwing the plastic balls into the bin far away from it and missed a couple of times. LOL. So we walk our way to Winnie's house with Winnie leading the way. Yay, so we reached. And we immediately went to the Kitchen to prepare the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loved, Miss Angelina Tanned Jolie a.k.a WONDERPANTY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EIQQhWckI/AAAAAAAABG0/OCSxcePGL7Q/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EIQQhWckI/AAAAAAAABG0/OCSxcePGL7Q/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143401324839596610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea what we're doing. We're just experimenting and came up with our own version of Fried Mars Bars. So we cooked it normally, like cooking a fried egg. After cooking one of them and tasting it, it turned out fucking awesome! Its heaven lah k. So, yeah, we cooked the rest of the chopped chocolate and eat it like JimJim the pig. We want moreeeeee, so me and Angel went down to Prime to buy two more bars of chocolate while Winnie prepare baking the muffins. We bought another Mars chocolate, but this time, we tried Snickers. We came back but we rested at Winnie's room while Winnie prepare the shits. She came so suddenly and start beating me with her pillows, LOL. After that, we did the same thing with the chocolate bars and it was even more awesome. Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor, water and egg. Yep, THAT simple. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EHaghWcjI/AAAAAAAABGs/gX0ZJ-r__LI/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EHaghWcjI/AAAAAAAABGs/gX0ZJ-r__LI/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143400401421627954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting up the MARS chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EHBwhWciI/AAAAAAAABGk/JFpqN4x3Fyo/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EHBwhWciI/AAAAAAAABGk/JFpqN4x3Fyo/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143399976219865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing the chocolate bars into the mixture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EFMghWchI/AAAAAAAABGc/cLNWcODy_iM/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EFMghWchI/AAAAAAAABGc/cLNWcODy_iM/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143397961880203794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Mars/Snickers bars, almost ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EE1QhWcgI/AAAAAAAABGU/tTkpb83nCV4/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EE1QhWcgI/AAAAAAAABGU/tTkpb83nCV4/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143397562448245250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our version of Fried Mars Bars and Fried Snickers Bars, ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EDaghWcdI/AAAAAAAABF8/00iOR8IBYHs/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EDaghWcdI/AAAAAAAABF8/00iOR8IBYHs/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143396003375116754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she smacked me with her pig, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EMRAhWcnI/AAAAAAAABHM/lHmiBEw0eIA/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EMRAhWcnI/AAAAAAAABHM/lHmiBEw0eIA/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143405735771009650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking all that, we help Winnie with the muffins. Winnie is so in love with her piggy, and it smells worst than my other toys. HAHAHA! :D Prepared and all, and then we're done. YAY! So we packed them into plastic bags and went home. Me and Angel were screaming as we went our seperate ways at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins are almost ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EElwhWcfI/AAAAAAAABGM/vENuddbh0cs/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EElwhWcfI/AAAAAAAABGM/vENuddbh0cs/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143397296160272882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins, ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EDBAhWccI/AAAAAAAABF0/P6Ra0w9uTc0/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EDBAhWccI/AAAAAAAABF0/P6Ra0w9uTc0/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143395565288452546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up and ready to give to our familes to eat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2ECjghWcbI/AAAAAAAABFs/k_JMC7JEZ7U/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2ECjghWcbI/AAAAAAAABFs/k_JMC7JEZ7U/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143395058482311602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have a sushi making lesson with Angel and Winnie next week. But this time, Qian is tagging along. Oh-oh, I can't wait for gym tomorrow. Yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5202431103279825488?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5202431103279825488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5202431103279825488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5202431103279825488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5202431103279825488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-today-was-mess-in-good-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EKUAhWcmI/AAAAAAAABHE/p7G6QSzQRSM/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8339727541468147095</id><published>2007-12-12T06:22:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:58:00.412+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/cool/049.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna re-edit the whole post! LOL. You're doing that now, Howie. Kk, MCR gig was fucking awesome! I have tons of pictures, but most of them are blur. But, but-- I'll explain and post it anyway, in details. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Sasha and Nisah in some toilet (WTH? LOL!), we proceed on to the Max Pavilion and waited outside the doors. There were already so many people and its only like, 2-3 hours away from the "opening-the-doors" time. I bet thats almost all the crowd! Everything was so disorganised and everybody is screaming their heads off. And I know why all the teachers in my school, or maybe perhaps every one of the teacher in singapore, want us to queue up in two straight lines. Because the guards was telling us to queue up in two lines. And we end up forming like, five lines. Oh well, gotta move to the back but planned to chiong all the way infront. The moment the doors were opened, everyone ran inside and it was so uncontrollable that the police were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black paraders, dolling up themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17FgwhWcWI/AAAAAAAABFE/9vI-emFkcx4/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17FgwhWcWI/AAAAAAAABFE/9vI-emFkcx4/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764991074955618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I raaaaaaaaaaan my way to the stage and caught up with Sasha and Nisah. I manage to get a good spot in the first 2nd to 3rd row, middle. Then Ridzuan and Sasa caught up with us. We got seperated from Octa (Did I get her name right?) and Ridzuan's friends. We waited nearly 2 hour for the show to start. 1 hour for sorting out the crowd, the other hour due to... Technical problem? I don't know. We end up getting entertained by Green Day's song, playing balloons that looked like condom, photographers taking photo of us and screaming for MCR. And Saw Loser was there, too? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all plain old lights were off. Spotlights, on. Smoke covered the whole stage. Music, perfect. And there goes MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE! Everyone was screaming, pushing and touching each other asses like nobody's business! I enjoyed myself to bits, espicially DEAD!, the sharpest lives and helena. And I swear, Gerard looked directly at me, eye-to-eye, and sing-smiled, get it? And Frank! He went for a hair makeover. It looks like the hair during the first release of the black parade, but a little longer. And he came to the middle and splashed some of us with water. It was fucking cold! Love is showering on me, baby. Mikey... He's so, ahhhhh! Like, I'm speechless. He's too fucking awesome. Like, really. Ray was absolutely cute. I love his hair. And I seriously love his hair! I was screaming "ray!" at some parts and I took my camera and snap pictures of him. He looked at my camera but I have no idea where that picture fly off to. But, Bob. Bob wasn't there. Bob wasn't there at all! I thought Bob dyed his hair black, but I was wrong. He was replaced with some drummer. I was really disappointed. Not even a sign of my husband. Hai, that killed some of my mood. But, but-- I was jumping, screaming, singing, pushing... Really, they manage to make up for that 1 hour loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Mikey and Gerard, together. They both look so hot together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17ErwhWcVI/AAAAAAAABE8/dZbu9WiGNIw/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17ErwhWcVI/AAAAAAAABE8/dZbu9WiGNIw/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764080541888850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EAHAhWcXI/AAAAAAAABFM/nrrwk-7tE7c/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EAHAhWcXI/AAAAAAAABFM/nrrwk-7tE7c/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143392369832784242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EBpQhWcZI/AAAAAAAABFc/gyd8qpDrnnc/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EBpQhWcZI/AAAAAAAABFc/gyd8qpDrnnc/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143394057754931602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank and Mikey! But blurred. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17BoAhWcUI/AAAAAAAABE0/n43DWrqPdgE/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17BoAhWcUI/AAAAAAAABE0/n43DWrqPdgE/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760717582496066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EB9AhWcaI/AAAAAAAABFk/Rz2A0yvEw6s/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EB9AhWcaI/AAAAAAAABFk/Rz2A0yvEw6s/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143394397057348002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch Ray's hair so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17BYghWcTI/AAAAAAAABEs/LnnGAMn8ujc/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17BYghWcTI/AAAAAAAABEs/LnnGAMn8ujc/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760451294523698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard solo pictures. Gerard was near me, but a few metres away. So I better take really candid shots of Gerard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17BNAhWcSI/AAAAAAAABEk/D9bWLqVA0oo/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17BNAhWcSI/AAAAAAAABEk/D9bWLqVA0oo/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760253726028066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EAyAhWcYI/AAAAAAAABFU/Nxo7pv2yiQw/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R2EAyAhWcYI/AAAAAAAABFU/Nxo7pv2yiQw/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143393108567159170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care one bit about the pushing at first. Then it got out of hand. So I decided to move all the way to the back. Then Sasha sms-ed me, saying whether I was with Ridz. She couldn't find him, so, I accompanied her instead. I cried to the tunes of Desert Song. And then I got a sms saying that my dad was waiting for me at the expo and wanting me to go back home because my mum was furious for some reason. So, sorry Shark, I gotta leave early. And I totally forget to return the money! Sorry babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click this picture, zoom to Gerard's head,&lt;br /&gt;and his head is bigger than his body, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;See how far I am compared to the other photos? -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R16-aAhWcRI/AAAAAAAABEc/7fnNfpzDGZc/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R16-aAhWcRI/AAAAAAAABEc/7fnNfpzDGZc/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142757178529444114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TO MCR'S GIG AGAIN! I DON'T CARE WHETHER I SUFFOCATE TO DEATH OR NOT. IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. Haha. Thank you Shark, Nisah, Sasa, Ridzuan and other of your friends. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8339727541468147095?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8339727541468147095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8339727541468147095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8339727541468147095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8339727541468147095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-this-is-best-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R17FgwhWcWI/AAAAAAAABFE/9vI-emFkcx4/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6738375113894056686</id><published>2007-12-11T04:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T05:51:15.631+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/happy/019.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my parents today. My mum wanted to walk around Orchard Road. And since my little brother isn't around, it's time to seize the opportunity! :D Kk, it was raining. And its not surprising after raining for so many days. It made my life better though, despite getting wet in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grumbling to my parents that my tummy was grumbling. So we headed to Wisma and headed up to the foodcourt. And we took so long to find a seat. It was so crowded, k! We wanted to eat Teppanyaki, whatever you spell it. But we gotta wait 30 minutes till its our turn to eat. WTH. Then we saw some resturuants, but it was so expensive. We're waiting for the people to get out from the table so that we can finally eat like some hungry ghost, but people stole them away. So we have no choice but to share a table with total stangers. Like, finally! -.- K, me and my mum ordered western food. And it was superb! The steak was like, OMG. It was tender. The juice was oozing out from the steak. The moment you chew it, the flavour burst into your mouth in hundred different flavours. And I'm sure I'm making you hungry! Gahahahahazxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, my mum wanted to go to Takashimaya. I don't know why. She just wanted to go there. It was dead boredom there lah k. A shopping bag, the one that aunties use in the supermarket, cost $39 - $59! WTH. So I asked my ma, "ma, is there any place that suits my taste?" So she answered, "yah, ahhh, papa, what's that place ah?" And my father had some guesses and it was Far East Plaza. If you wanna find a place, you know what place it is, but you don't know the name of it, ask my dad. He knows so many places in Singapore. Kk? K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jump, dive, fly, dig our way to Far East Plaza. We went to round and round and round and, only 3 rounds. And I couldn't find anything! My fashion taste is so easy to find yet I couldn't find any. How do those kids find those kind of rad clothings, huh?! No fair! Why must god treat me like this! Why! Am I acting tardy and dramatic? LMAO. Oh yeah, Shark told me she saw me. She called my name. But I didn't hear it. And then she called my mum's phone. My mum almost answered it. Then she sms-ed me, saying that she predicted I was in Far East Plaza. And I think I saw her too. Ahhh! God, Singapore is so small. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home, sms-ed Wonderpanty, aching everywhere. Hai. So, yay, tomorrow is MCR's concert! I'm so psyched about it. Thank you Sharky~ And, and, I can finally I can go to the gym on thursday with Qian and Farizan. :D But I lost the fight, sigh. Farizan is a crybaby! Nei nei nee poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! Stick out your tongue instead of exposing your teeth, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11rsAhWcOI/AAAAAAAABEE/nRSx97vGR3I/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11rsAhWcOI/AAAAAAAABEE/nRSx97vGR3I/s320/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142384753325273314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was jealous. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11p_whWcMI/AAAAAAAABD0/RsSJq4nzZcg/s1600-h/Untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11p_whWcMI/AAAAAAAABD0/RsSJq4nzZcg/s320/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142382893604434114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad photography, bad quality, blurred. My mum has no license in photography.&lt;br /&gt;[Insert a laughing sound clip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11poQhWcLI/AAAAAAAABDs/d5nuSXQu1-c/s1600-h/Untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11poQhWcLI/AAAAAAAABDs/d5nuSXQu1-c/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142382489877508274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mama being so auntie, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11uUAhWcQI/AAAAAAAABEU/j_4g_S1JMA4/s1600-h/Untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11uUAhWcQI/AAAAAAAABEU/j_4g_S1JMA4/s320/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142387639543296258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, I love my papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11tnQhWcPI/AAAAAAAABEM/ciKXet5NqaU/s1600-h/Untitled8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11tnQhWcPI/AAAAAAAABEM/ciKXet5NqaU/s320/Untitled8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142386870744150258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which christmas tree you like best, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Both equally suck, for me. -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11oRAhWcJI/AAAAAAAABDc/qSayvT-GBqk/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11oRAhWcJI/AAAAAAAABDc/qSayvT-GBqk/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142380990933921938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6738375113894056686?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6738375113894056686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6738375113894056686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6738375113894056686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6738375113894056686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-went-out-with-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R11rsAhWcOI/AAAAAAAABEE/nRSx97vGR3I/s72-c/Untitled2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2236431674483586122</id><published>2007-12-06T21:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T03:51:42.951+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/happy/050.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay, some updates. I've been stuck into the computer, auditioning. Its quite fun. you know! I only started playing it 4 days ago. K, wanna add me? User is Anatomy. I manage to get my license. Now I can't get the FM that much nowadays 'cause I'm always stucked at level 9. Hai, stupid right. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only computer, I've been excessively gaining weight. Eh-hem, I'm not telling my weight lah. (Embarassing nia) What I normally do is, wake up, eat, computer, eat, computer, television, eat, television, sleep. I do that everyday. That exact sequence. And despite going out, I'll eat tons of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is drawing near. And my little brother's birthday fall on christmas. We haven't even set up the christmas tree yet! And presents? Yes, presents! We haven't bought any presents yet! And I remember how last year's Christmas turn out like. On christmas, my mum gave birth to my baby brother and everything was so chaotic. Kk, you don't want me to blabber what happened and so on right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, at least I have plans for the rest of the days. I'll be going hiking with my dad to burn some calories. My Chemical Romance concert with Shark and company. Thanks babe. Ally jie, I'll assure you I'll get "Gerald" 's most candid photo lah! Hah. Probably next week, I'll go out with Wonderpanty. Then one of this days, we'll try to fry some mars chocolate bars! Not exactly in my wishlist, but I get to tick it right? Kk, then Viv and Qian might be coming over. Then the whole crew of us, including Winnie, go slack here and there at some mall. And duh, family outings. Hopefully my brother will follow, hah. Mark Anthony Pang Howe, follow, kk? K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realised I wrote so much. LOL. Kk, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2236431674483586122?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2236431674483586122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2236431674483586122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2236431674483586122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2236431674483586122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-hmm-okay-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-6590140532843200548</id><published>2007-12-03T21:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T02:58:31.974+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/crazy/1087.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/6oub19z.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HUSBAND.&lt;br /&gt;To kill my boredom. You have no idea how bored I am now.&lt;br /&gt;[Insert many moles here]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6590140532843200548?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6590140532843200548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6590140532843200548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6590140532843200548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6590140532843200548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-pepper-crab-sirlon-steak.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i4.tinypic.com/6oub19z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-851090324190257319</id><published>2007-12-02T03:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:18:01.028+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/cool/1308.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today family outing sucked. And since my brother is not around, I guess it can't be called "family outing" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Peninsular to buy some clothings. And I end up regretting buying a red skinny. I think I'll alter my skinnies because it looked, baggy. At least I'm satisfied with a stud belt. My white one is getting rusty for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When back to City Hall and ate Burger King at Suntec City. I didn't finish my burger. My little brother end up playing with some total strangers, banging the table, commanding us to give him food and screaming better than Craig even though it sounded like a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum insisted we go Orchard Road and we did. And I think I saw Siti while going up the escalator because like, the height same, hair same, specs also same. K, whatever. I was so fucking bored there lah okay. Luckily I got Wonderpanty to sms with or people would see me lying on the floor, dying in boredom. I kept complaining to her and she still can say, "touch your brother butt lah!" Bad adviser, boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've reached somerset, board the train, and there's this smelly basket who purposely stand infront of me, admiring my looks. I was so ready to kick his breast, you know! K, nevermind. I moved to my parent's side. My brother kept crying and crying till the other end of the train can hear, I think. He was out of control. Everyone was staring at us. So we got off from the train and alighted at Clementi. And we took a taxi from there. Yes, he shut up through out the whole taxi trip. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm such in a bad mood. 8 more days to MCR concert, and I'll do whatever it takes to see MCR live despite being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-851090324190257319?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/851090324190257319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=851090324190257319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/851090324190257319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/851090324190257319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-mood-i-think-today-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-6840646461583098318</id><published>2007-11-30T21:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:24:09.761+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/cool/018.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple dog on a Sunday afternoon. With my yellow duck his name is Pooh. Like to feed him old dirty biscuts. 'Cause I like to save my triscuts. Oh yeah. Purple dog on a Sunday afternoon. With my yellow duck his name is Pooh. Like to feed him old dirty biscuts. 'Cause I like to save my triscuts. Oh yeah, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing that song all day long and my maid got irritated, yay. I decided to put that lyrics up because my blog is dead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6840646461583098318?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6840646461583098318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6840646461583098318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6840646461583098318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6840646461583098318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-blessthefall-purple-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-2725471899700658524</id><published>2007-11-25T02:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:23:50.440+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/happy/912.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sakae Sushi. And I saw Qiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan darla! :D To be frank, I'm getting sick of sushi. I just love the ramen! &lt;i&gt;Ramen, ramen&lt;/i&gt;! But then, I should have ordered Pizza instead of eating at Sakae. Canadian Pizza, PIZZA HUT! Wah, shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along the pavement when my mum shouted, "THE MOON! SO BIG LEH!" Yes, my family is very snglish-influenced. Anyways, I was amazed. I never seen a moon so big in my life! Suddenly, I've got this urge to become an astronaunt when I grow up. But I'm so fucking afraid that I'll die and get suck inside the blackhole. Or, or, I'll die because the rocket malfuntioned and explode! BOMB! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want buy eyelineeeeer! Reward me because I passed my maths." :B&lt;br /&gt;Yah, my mama and papa is such good bull dogs and they love me so much that they gotta make me happy. Howie, you're sooooo mean! Went straight to watson and look through the make-up section. And then, something caught my attention. Guess this and I'll give you one smack. &lt;i&gt;I-- can give you gat-ser-by, gatsby, gatsby&lt;/i&gt;! Yes! The new gatsby hairdye! Oh yeah. (Smacked your face) I plead my mum to buy for me. Heh, I know I dyed my hair few weeks ago. See lah, so pampered. Okay, they bought it. And I found the Maybelline eyeliner automatic type. Yay, happy already then go grocery shopping at fairprice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, so many banglas. And I suffered there &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; k. I keep holding my breath just to get rid of that awful smell. Oh yeah, there's this bangla who kept looking and smiling at the all-awesome, Howie! I give him that really angry look. And he quickly turned away. In the end, I was the one end up staring at him whenever I see him. See, see, Howie is so great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEAS. Ew, peas! Peas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0vMI1UxI/AAAAAAAABDU/NdyUKsx_Y_8/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0vMI1UxI/AAAAAAAABDU/NdyUKsx_Y_8/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136413360332821266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, this photo best in the west and my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0ncI1UwI/AAAAAAAABDM/S0iy4o-xE8A/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0ncI1UwI/AAAAAAAABDM/S0iy4o-xE8A/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136413227188835074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he looked at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;And when he saw me, he laughed his breast off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0WsI1UvI/AAAAAAAABDE/P5vYu8h993s/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0WsI1UvI/AAAAAAAABDE/P5vYu8h993s/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136412939426026226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0KMI1UuI/AAAAAAAABC8/beYt5G_itbA/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0KMI1UuI/AAAAAAAABC8/beYt5G_itbA/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136412724677661410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon. Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0gzwMI1UtI/AAAAAAAABC0/wcogbr_9Qqo/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0gzwMI1UtI/AAAAAAAABC0/wcogbr_9Qqo/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136412278001062610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see, I told you it was crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0gzmsI1UsI/AAAAAAAABCs/k-tqeDWQSjg/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0gzmsI1UsI/AAAAAAAABCs/k-tqeDWQSjg/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136412114792305346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2725471899700658524?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2725471899700658524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2725471899700658524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2725471899700658524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2725471899700658524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-went-to-sakae-sushi.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0g0vMI1UxI/AAAAAAAABDU/NdyUKsx_Y_8/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-4007659834896452008</id><published>2007-11-23T18:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:01:55.824+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/fingers/fing05.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE results turned out exactly what I've predicted. Really. Though it's kinda low, I got into the NA stream, and that's great! Plus, I passed my maths. I passed my maths! And thank god I didn't get 'U' for my chinese. My dad expected an 'A' for my english. Well, they decided to give up on my chinese because I'm really hopeless in it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted the online S1 form. I kept screaming at my dad because what I'm doing is gonna affect my whole life. In the end, I choose to trust Angel words and put my 1st choice as JWSS. Sorry, bro. I've heard that westwood is going down and down ever since the principal had changed. All the good teachers are leaving. At least it's my 2nd choice, so, yeah. I hope I don't regret. Okay, my choices are below. For the last 3 choices, I &lt;i&gt;tikam&lt;/i&gt;, so, yay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jurong West Secondary School &lt;br /&gt;2. Westwood Secondary School &lt;br /&gt;3. Jurong Secondary School &lt;br /&gt;4. Yuhua Secondary School &lt;br /&gt;5. Shuqun Secondary School &lt;br /&gt;6. Juying Secondary School &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chances getting into JWSS, WWSS and Jurong are very slim. Sigh, fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4007659834896452008?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4007659834896452008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4007659834896452008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4007659834896452008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4007659834896452008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-psle-results-turned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-6428677310296392737</id><published>2007-11-22T00:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:57:28.019+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/crazy/083.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with wonderpanty today. She's so hilarious &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• We watched The Gameplan. It was so touching that I cried. Normal for me, I guess. At the same time, it was fucking funny. "I'm allegic to cinemint!" And there goes the funny part when he talks, in a "deh dah du" way. There's also the guy with a really rough voice's underwear. Other shits like, "Stupid is a mean word!" And really inspiring things like, "Never say no! Never give up!" Paiten (Whatever you spell her name) is so adorable. Yadayada. Watch it yourself. I don't wanna give away too much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Played in Toys R Us. It was effing fun. We threw balls at each other, laughed when we squeezed Elmo's and Barney's stomach, got excited when we saw a big Spongebob soft toy, camwhored by doing really out-of-your-mind things. Yeah, out-of-your-mind. Like, NC 16 actions. Not sex, mind you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Walked around Jurong Point, invading stores that has really childish things. Whenever wonderpanty saw fake models with bald heads, she'll point and laugh. ROFLMAO. We end up riding in a flat esclalator going down to basement 2, which is heading towards a carpark &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;. And some aunties looked at us, awkwardly, as if we had a car. I just gotta open my big fat mouth and say, "Eh? Where's our car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Walked to the Library and pick a few books. Sat down near a corner and read the books. The fact is, we're not reading. We're just looking through the pictures. LOL. We love acting smart, baby. :B Okaaaaay, picked up a book nearby us called "Yoga teachings" and I followed what the model did because I had nothing better to do. All we did is read, read, read, silently. We're such good girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Before heading home, we decided to visit the pet shop. There's this adorable poodle dog that kept jumping and jumping and running after its tail. Wonderpanty popped this question, "You got keep hamster?" or is it me who said it? Haha, whatever. Anyway, I remembered how I looked after Winnie's hamsters. I manage to keep good care of boyboy and girlgirl. They even managed to have sex and borned newborn babies. But the babies ended up getting eaten by its own mother. 3 survived though. And we decided to split among Winnie, Yun Qian and Vivian. But one died during its sleep. One got drown in the bowl of water. One got eaten by my hamster, Hammie. Sigh, Hammie then got lost and supossingly, it died. I returned the other two hamster back to Winnie. But they died after quite some time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Wonderpanty layered her hair at Gek Poh. And then we head towards my house for some fun. We camwhored, talk, make fun of other people faces in the magazines, played multiplayer games in the computer. It was fun. Okay, I guess I'll share some pictures I took?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate elmo now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QX8MI1UpI/AAAAAAAABCU/Hb3C_Rgxy7M/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QX8MI1UpI/AAAAAAAABCU/Hb3C_Rgxy7M/s200/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135255797927072402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shy, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QXYsI1UnI/AAAAAAAABCE/XfnpTKaxX5k/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QXYsI1UnI/AAAAAAAABCE/XfnpTKaxX5k/s200/Image060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135255188041716338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about model poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QXC8I1UlI/AAAAAAAABB0/9J7bV9kDfHc/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QXC8I1UlI/AAAAAAAABB0/9J7bV9kDfHc/s200/Image061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135254814379561554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QWtsI1UjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tE-xTp-jig4/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QWtsI1UjI/AAAAAAAABBk/tE-xTp-jig4/s200/Image062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135254449307341362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QV_8I1UgI/AAAAAAAABBM/Icg6ujhTYx0/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QV_8I1UgI/AAAAAAAABBM/Icg6ujhTYx0/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135253663328326146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, memories. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QTp8I1UfI/AAAAAAAABBE/chNtSHYxQl0/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QTp8I1UfI/AAAAAAAABBE/chNtSHYxQl0/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135251086347948530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet, bear bear and dog dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QTT8I1UeI/AAAAAAAABA8/O5FQlFAi60w/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QTT8I1UeI/AAAAAAAABA8/O5FQlFAi60w/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135250708390826466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't emo-ing! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QWNsI1UhI/AAAAAAAABBU/7nJh_wGTsUQ/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QWNsI1UhI/AAAAAAAABBU/7nJh_wGTsUQ/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135253899551527442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel said, "your body like &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt; half!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QS9sI1UdI/AAAAAAAABA0/sZRuV9OCn-E/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QS9sI1UdI/AAAAAAAABA0/sZRuV9OCn-E/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135250326138737106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6428677310296392737?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6428677310296392737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6428677310296392737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6428677310296392737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6428677310296392737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-went-to-movies-with-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/R0QX8MI1UpI/AAAAAAAABCU/Hb3C_Rgxy7M/s72-c/Image042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-1092836153041641339</id><published>2007-11-20T23:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T02:57:21.609+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/obscene/eck05.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking bored. ...Haha! That's why I've disturbed people in MSN. Espicially Vivian, hahahehehoho. I've posed as a fortune teller, making a prediction. It came true, but Vivian and Serene dared to deny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;i know you farted just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;nope i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;thats incorrect (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;fine, then i can predict the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;wanna bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;NAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;fine, but i'll still do my predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;*mental thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;you are... you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;you just inhale some air!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;correct? correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;dont lieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. liar, liar. panties on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;i mean... g-string on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;i inhale oxygen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;and carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;i dont wear g-strings (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;but i know you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;I EXHALE carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;i dont own even one panty. how am i suppose to wear g-strings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;eeww,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;but still, you inhale AIR. air consist of oxygen, carbon dioxide and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;lololol, crapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz says: &lt;br /&gt;air is a replacement word of complication (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost Serene's conversation. Sigh, fuck. Okay, I decide to disturb Winnie by saying, hello. Oh, she greeted me back. Now I must return her kind words, so I said hello back. That's called manners, people.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;hiie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;imm trying to find the blogskin now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;must reply 'hello' to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;wei, manners. i say hello you must say back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;lololol, kk. i stop crapping lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;blogskins? i help you find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ tangtang ] jus wanna be myself says: &lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I disturbed Vivian once again. And I admit, her english is darn good. So I told her, "Don't talk with me english," so fine! She talked to me in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;dont talk english with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;好啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;how you talk chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;是你笨而已 ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;哈哈。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;shi ni de bla bla shi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;好啦， 我不玩了啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;hao la, wo bu yuan le ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;lol. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;you can't read xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;correct or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;test me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;号码 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;如果下雨，你可以站在我雨扇下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;bla bla xia yu, ni ke yi la zai wo yu bla xia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;not bad lahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;if its rains, you can stand under my umbrella (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/HOWIE, bobobobobobobobob. says: &lt;br /&gt;clapclapclap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we live our different lives says: &lt;br /&gt;what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done crapping. All caused by boredom. So now, I am really fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fuck! It sucks, big time. AHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1092836153041641339?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1092836153041641339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1092836153041641339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1092836153041641339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1092836153041641339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-i-am-so-fucking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3647812631354794329</id><published>2007-11-18T17:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:43:02.181+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/party/fest30.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, school is over. But I've started my holidays, like, 2 weeks ago. -.- Ey, I really don't know what else to say. No one is missing me, I guess. But I know I'll be missing heaps of pioneer champions. Haha, yeah, everyone's aim. To be a pioneer champion... That's what Miss Chua, no, April told us constantly each and every day. I'll really miss her the most among all the teachers. If you're reading it now, you have my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School, I'm sure, there'll be some minahs/mats, gangsters, emos/goths. I already have some in my school, sigh. Fuck them... Really. I can't believe I used to be like them, argh. I never wanna result my actions into violence again. I wanna be more refine, but, with one condition, with a vulgar mouth. ROFL. Okay, refine, as in, inside, not outside. You'll still be seeing me wearing like shit, but I'll change like fuck. Hahahehehoho. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, watch this god-damn video. Maybe after seeing this video, you'd fucking stop eating KFC. Oh, they'll show exactly how they kill the chickens. Mind the strong violence and all. Even Silverstein, Fall Out Boy and Good Charlotte stop eating them, so you should too. Chickens have a life too, okay? Oh, don't eat KFC anymore. Once they realise that many, many, many people stopped eating KFC, they'll lose business and have no choice but to close down KFCs all over the world. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFgbHK6yP2g&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFgbHK6yP2g&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.kfccruelty.org/index.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out more about Kentucky Fried Cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;23 more days to MCR's concert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3647812631354794329?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3647812631354794329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3647812631354794329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3647812631354794329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3647812631354794329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-ahhh-school-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-5370115385530299474</id><published>2007-11-14T00:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:10:36.943+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/music/musik20.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give 5 material desires and tag 5 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That white earphone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Red skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rib cage shirt like Avril's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spongebob plushie.&lt;br /&gt;5. PSLE results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;1. Angelina&lt;br /&gt;2. Vivian&lt;br /&gt;3. Syakinah (Again, hah!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Yun Qian&lt;br /&gt;5. Farizan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went the g-string lover house today. Who? Jolie lah! LOL. I waited for her below a cofee shop. And she said she'll be there super early. I was the one ending up waiting for her. -.- Damn you lah, heh. Arrived at her house and I messed her room. ROFL, sorry 'bout that. We read some magazines and did a small quiz in the magazine. It's a boyfriend girlfriend quiz and I had to pose as her boyfriend for a minute, hahahahehehehohoho. Her big brother wanted to play monopoly and we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun. Really fun. Some random things that actually happened. Angel drew a community chest card and she won a beauty contest. We'll laugh whenever there's a street/city that sounded like "ang moh". Angel's bro kept making his nose. (Sneezing, blowing his nose, etc) and he got excited when Mirmo Zibang show came out. Okay, there's alot more. But I forget why me and Angel laughed like mad. Jolie, refresh my memory, thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since Alanis wanna see me so fucking badly, I decided to stay awhile more. Oh, I opened Alanis's bra and panty drawer, HAH. And I opened Angel's wardrobe, and she didn't wanna let me peek inside her wardrobe 'cause her panties were everywhere, LOL. While waiting, we played cards. We ended up in a draw in snap and donkey, but I lost when we're playing old maid. And Angel still have the guts to call me, "OLD MAID!", Argh! Alanis saw me, she got shy. And stupid Angel was strangling her. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a sunset before going inside the lift. It was fucking beautiful. Really amazing. It's my first time seeing a sunset. Now I am eager to see another one. I used to see Jurong as some normal neighbour. But from where I'm standing, it was a much more different scene. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 more days to MCR concert! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5370115385530299474?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5370115385530299474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5370115385530299474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5370115385530299474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5370115385530299474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-give-5-material-desires.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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-131031377429132919.post-3092058543245866415</id><published>2007-11-12T23:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:38:57.849+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/crazy/1261.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Angelina Tan a.k.a Jolie today! Ahhh, one of the best days of my life, I think. And today morning, it wasn't just raining, every 1 minute, thunder. The next minute, lightning. The next minute, very strong wind. And I styled my hair! It was cool at first. Because of the rain, it was flatened. -.- Stupid rain. It was cooling though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel told me to wait for her at JP's macdonald. Okay, I board the bus. And what a coincedence! I was on the same bus with her. Hah. We ate breakfast at mac. And for the first time in my whole life, I didn't finish the egg mcmuffin. l:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward, reached City Hall. And we quickly head to Peninsular. I have no idea why Angel didn't bought anything despite me and the shopkeeper pleading her. We plead like hell, and she didn't buy. $10 for some really grundge shirt. Awww, and now she regret not buying because the shopkeeper is ang moh, LOL. Okay, she isn't ang moh. She look like one. And yada yada yada. Before that, we go through alot alot alot of shops. And there's no 'rib cage' shirt. Fuck. At least I bought a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took taxi to bugis. Okay, very nearby. But because it was raining, we have no choice but to take taxi. Reached bugis, and we spend most of our time in arcade. First, we played the UFO soft toy game. And the fucking machine ate our money. We already got the toy! The machine grab and moved right. But during that process, it opened a small space, causing the toy to fall. And ended up nothing! Except for one. Don't tell you how we get! :B We played some arcade games next. Bishibashi, some DJ simulator, the big big drum "bang bang!" game, the new season of drumania, Let's go jungle! game and hit-the-screen-to-kill-the-ghost-using-a-hammer game. Overall, I think I spend $15+ on arcade. Plus I still owe Angel $4 or $5 because I don't have any change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the 3rd floor of Bugis Junction and went to the mini arcade/game corner. There were so many kids! But it was fun. Really fun. We earned tickets after every game. And we get to refund the tickets for prizes. The games were childish but fun. And there's this basketball game, you can actually touch the hoop from where you're standing. It was easy-peezy lah! :D Then me and Angel played with some soft toys and camwhored around the 3rd floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down 2nd floor because Jolie spotted some g-strings and really cool bras. I know it's really disgusting of us to do that, lah! But it's just for pure entertainment. We're tardying around with the lingeries for fun. No dirty mind, okay? Hah. We walk around Bugis and whenever we see bra, we'll look at each other. Jolieeee, you started it first hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolie laughed her ass off because she saw toys with big boobs and guaya eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgqQZ2B12I/AAAAAAAABAk/fGMLDuHVCnI/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgqQZ2B12I/AAAAAAAABAk/fGMLDuHVCnI/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131898236692453218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgqJZ2B11I/AAAAAAAABAc/bSvwBrH4vAE/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgqJZ2B11I/AAAAAAAABAc/bSvwBrH4vAE/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131898116433368914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I screamed because the game was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgoLJ2B10I/AAAAAAAABAU/qBRf8g8UzLc/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgoLJ2B10I/AAAAAAAABAU/qBRf8g8UzLc/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131895947474884418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgoEZ2B1zI/AAAAAAAABAM/ny9M2vUG6PI/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgoEZ2B1zI/AAAAAAAABAM/ny9M2vUG6PI/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131895831510767410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAH! Orbi. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgnzJ2B1yI/AAAAAAAABAE/0Rf0x0XSBSE/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgnzJ2B1yI/AAAAAAAABAE/0Rf0x0XSBSE/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131895535158023970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw directly at the screen and it didn't break. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgnXJ2B1xI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NnbyxS3Hot8/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgnXJ2B1xI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NnbyxS3Hot8/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131895054121686802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the seat was fucking small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rzgm8J2B1wI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4rNQdDIJipM/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rzgm8J2B1wI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4rNQdDIJipM/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894590265218818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle, circle, dot, dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rzgmj52B1vI/AAAAAAAAA_s/r2nO1dY9OYk/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rzgmj52B1vI/AAAAAAAAA_s/r2nO1dY9OYk/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131894173653391090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDY RIDE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgmP52B1uI/AAAAAAAAA_k/S8fG6nQ19JY/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgmP52B1uI/AAAAAAAAA_k/S8fG6nQ19JY/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893830056007394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't ever avoid the cameraman, Howie! :D&lt;br /&gt;My skills are too good, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rzgl2p2B1tI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uMTXABpVAU0/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rzgl2p2B1tI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uMTXABpVAU0/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131893396264310482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we camwhored with the barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzglLp2B1rI/AAAAAAAAA_M/362UprTR2YQ/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzglLp2B1rI/AAAAAAAAA_M/362UprTR2YQ/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131892657529935538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd floor bra department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgiYZ2B1qI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vH9ub43sUXA/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgiYZ2B1qI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vH9ub43sUXA/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131889578038384290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-3092058543245866415?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3092058543245866415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=3092058543245866415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3092058543245866415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/3092058543245866415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-went-out-with-angelina-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzgqQZ2B12I/AAAAAAAABAk/fGMLDuHVCnI/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-5835258675058281012</id><published>2007-11-11T02:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:12:19.406+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/happy/443.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was great. Marina Square is like the best place to shop. It has everything you need! Like, seriously. Whenever you need to eat, there will always be a resturuant or a food court near you. Whenever you wanna shop for clothes, there! Right beside you. And if you're craving for uncommon shits, BANG! Just a few metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward. Reached Marina Square. Immediately went up to the 2nd floor to shop for my white skinny jeans. It cost $49.90! Woah. I bought my black one for $39. But they say that white is uncommon. And the feeling when you wear it like, shiok. Probably worth it lah. Okay, saw this really cool shop with really cool clothings. And I spotted what I want, shoelaces! :D I bought red and I'll buy the black next time. Went up to the food court to eat satay. Pa bought for me some really good nasi lemak, but it's not really nasi lemak. And there's boneless fish, egg, my favourite type of vegetable (I don't know what's the actual name for it) and satay! Pa bought another 10 more satay and we start gobbling the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, my mum brought my little brother to some kiddy rides. I miss riding on them, but I'm too big and fat. -.- And surprisingly, my brother somehow know how to turn the steering wheel, woah. And he pressed some buttons accidentally. That's cute of him lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, I'm done! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am really going to go MCR's concert. With, sharky! (Thanks!) Okay, her cousins and boyfriend will be going too. It's gonna be really awkward. Only her boyfriend knows me, via friendster. But, hey, I'm gonna see MCR, live! Infront of me! And Bob... I'll be watching him most of the time. Okay, I seriously love you sharky! Thanks for giving me this oppotuinity to meet my heroes. :D And I'm going out with Angel soon. Go peninsular to shop and somewhere to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Kk, enjoy the pictures! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouthwatering fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWy3J2B1oI/AAAAAAAAA-0/nXu27cSq5Ok/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWy3J2B1oI/AAAAAAAAA-0/nXu27cSq5Ok/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131204011063629442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid quality. I want a better phone. l:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWynp2B1nI/AAAAAAAAA-s/EjTuD0lsjVw/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWynp2B1nI/AAAAAAAAA-s/EjTuD0lsjVw/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131203744775657074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pose, pa. I love the mouth part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWyV52B1mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EEB51bpFoWw/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWyV52B1mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EEB51bpFoWw/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131203439832979042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I played along, too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWxyJ2B1lI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LQdGJkH2YB4/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWxyJ2B1lI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LQdGJkH2YB4/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131202825652655698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWxlp2B1kI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QfU5jnS7Ynw/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWxlp2B1kI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QfU5jnS7Ynw/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131202610904290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is one month and a half away and they put up the lights already.&lt;br /&gt;People are so, so impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWw9Z2B1jI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HVtWVB-y2s0/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWw9Z2B1jI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HVtWVB-y2s0/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131201919414556210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWwg52B1iI/AAAAAAAAA-E/5J5MTjZUVfo/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWwg52B1iI/AAAAAAAAA-E/5J5MTjZUVfo/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131201429788284450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seat I'm sitting is fucking not a seat.&lt;br /&gt;I keep sliding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWv1J2B1hI/AAAAAAAAA98/oqhV1gc_s68/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWv1J2B1hI/AAAAAAAAA98/oqhV1gc_s68/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131200678169007634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Good luck to Vivian for her upcoming performance of Pioneer Idol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-5835258675058281012?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5835258675058281012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=5835258675058281012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5835258675058281012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/5835258675058281012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-okay-today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RzWy3J2B1oI/AAAAAAAAA-0/nXu27cSq5Ok/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2255232429468271721</id><published>2007-11-09T23:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:16:39.052+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood: &lt;img src="http://i23.tinypic.com/5v9h8j.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6/11/07&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out with my pa to visit my ma at her office. And I took bus 154 and the ride was fucking long. Lasted about two hours. When I get off the bus, my butt was so cranky because I squash on it for too long and decided to give me the cramps. -.- Damn you stupid butt! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I step inside the office, everyone was staring at me. As if I am some punk chilling in the corner of the streets, smoking. Oh, I don't smoke. And when they found out I am my ma's daughter, they got shocked. Because from my sideview, I look like some guy. Ah, at least they got convinced hearing my voice. My pa and I waited for my mum for a "nong nong" time. Probably 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go Marina Square after my ma's work. In bus 60-something, and my ma caught someone staring at her. Eye-to-eye, not blinking even once. And that scared the shit out of my ma. And she's constantly telling me and my pa, "the woman very scary!", yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Marina Square. And we decided to have sushi! My ma wanted Sakae Sushi. But my pa want Genki Sushi. Honestly, Sakae is better. But we gotta take the underground shopping path to reach there. And I'm super hungry. Genki is just a few metres away. So, Genki lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my ma is so choosey lah. She bought a $11.90 ramen, and she don't wanna eat it because there's kimchi. What's the point of buying it? l: Oh well, pa ate it and I ate curry-chicken-rice-japanese-style and tako yaki. Including 7 plates (Everyone share) of sushi and 2 cups of coke. Total bill, $58.90, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I know there's an 8! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know Qian and Vivian went shopping with their families on that day because they postponed it and if I know they would change the shopping trip tomorrow to ice skating, I would have shop! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7/11/07&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, for Vivian and me. But not for qian because she think ice-skating is boring now. Maybe it is... I got bored skating round and round. Let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with Vivian below her block. Head towards the bus stop. Okay, 242 is fucking late. If my pa is there, he would surely complain to the SBS office. Viv tested out my eyesight. And I seriously cannot see clearly from far. Maybe I need specs. We saw Shi Ying's gang. Hello, hello, wave, wave. Okay, 242 came. And the bus was packed. Vivian and me pushed the passengers just to be in the bus or Qian would personally kill us for being really, really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we saw Samira and Sufiah. And they looking effing hot! :D Kk, meet up with Qian and board the MRT, just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward. Reached JEC. Ate at long john. And what a coincedence! We saw Samira, Sufiah, Syaba and Fikhry, woah. We wanna browse some shops. But the clothes were either too fugly, too expensive or not our taste, yay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, ice-skating! Wore our socks, skates, gloves and went skaaaaaaating. Even though there's many, many, many people. It was effing fun! Well, only for the 1st few rounds. And I can skate faster now! But Qian said... Er, nevermind. Anyway, we had our falls. I guess mine is the most serious one. Qian fell on the side because of some bump and a malay girl helped her get up, I think. Vivian and I fall together. And she's constantly asking me, "Are you okay?", LOL. Because I fell on my head, real hard. Like, from my butt, to my back then my head slammed down the rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ice-skating, we go arcade. Played the UFO soft toy game. And we got nothing, damn. I spend like $5 on that thing! Plus I lend Qian coins. Probably like, $7? And I got nothing? Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, took MRT back to boon lay and Qian need to go home to entertain her cousin. So Vivian decided to have an early dinner. Ate at lai lai kitchen at JP. Browse some shops. Spend most of our time in popular. Bought sushi and head home. And I totally forgot to buy my eyeliner and that manga vivian suggested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8/11/07 and 9/11/07&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rotting like an apple at home. And nowadays, computers are so boring lah. All so sot-sot. l: And yes, I change the style of my writing. That's why I sound like some ang-moh. -.- Uh, maybe because I wanna improve my english? I've noticed I've been speaking like, i-don't-know-what. Don't make make remarks like, "Howie! Stop typing like this! It doesn't suit you!" Hey, it's my choice okay. I'm doing this to improve on myself, not to sound cool. And it doesn't even sound cool. K, what the hell am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard rumours about me saying he like me. Ohmyfuckingod, I'll never fall in love with him lah okay! I hate mats, and he seemed like one. Plus, the 6-9 guys said that he like me. During hari raya, during the fasting month! During that period, can't lie, right? That's why I believed. Fine, they fucking lied. So, it's just plain rumours, okay? -.- And if I ever date him, I swear, I'll run naked at orchard road, happy? So stop this rumours lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off. See ya. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2255232429468271721?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2255232429468271721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2255232429468271721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2255232429468271721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2255232429468271721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-61107-so-i-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i23.tinypic.com/5v9h8j_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8518393421394541893</id><published>2007-11-05T17:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:52:08.827+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/4r14mbk.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/54d5xyx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really, really scary dream&lt;br /&gt;this morning. it was weird, 'cause i&lt;br /&gt;remember it very, very clearly!&lt;br /&gt;its about, my dad and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking out of my room,&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly, i saw my dad,&lt;br /&gt;at my living room, breathing very heavily,&lt;br /&gt;bleeding excessively, and asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and there's the type of machine&lt;br /&gt;beside him that can read his heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how it got there!&lt;br /&gt;and it's like, 3 beat after 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;i just cried there, not knowing&lt;br /&gt;what to do. and then, someone&lt;br /&gt;unknown suggest that i call&lt;br /&gt;the ambulance. in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hope that there won't&lt;br /&gt;be hearing 'deeeeeeeeeeeeeeee--'.&lt;br /&gt;i called 995. someone answered.&lt;br /&gt;and he suddenly asked about my&lt;br /&gt;bro's soccer match. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i didn't reply to him, i&lt;br /&gt;immediately told him our address.&lt;br /&gt;when i hang up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;i heard that signal,&lt;br /&gt;that death signal.&lt;br /&gt;i stared at my dad and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really, really scary.&lt;br /&gt;what if my dad die, huh?&lt;br /&gt;i can never, ever manage without him!&lt;br /&gt;i'm too used by his presence...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cherish my time&lt;br /&gt;with my dad. who knows when&lt;br /&gt;the grim reaper might come.&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'll never, ever&lt;br /&gt;see him again!!&lt;br /&gt;i better not think of this&lt;br /&gt;too much. i can't&lt;br /&gt;let it affect my life now.&lt;br /&gt;...papa, i love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last words.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to yunqian and vivian&lt;br /&gt;for the upcoming audition! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8518393421394541893?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8518393421394541893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8518393421394541893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8518393421394541893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8518393421394541893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-mood-wowowowowow.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i15.tinypic.com/4r14mbk_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7663733456055043428</id><published>2007-10-31T22:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:40:15.194+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/6crzinn.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/642jy8g.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind the picture if you freaked out. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i just find the picture cool, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went out with ms. angelina jolie today!&lt;br /&gt;aiya, farizan, your dad stupid lah!&lt;br /&gt;don't let you go and shits lah, pffh.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why jolie was so quiet, hah.&lt;br /&gt;well, manage to cheer up a little when&lt;br /&gt;we're walking towards the bus stop! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, uh, we went to JEC and took neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;yes, jolie makes very funny faces indeed. :B&lt;br /&gt;when i say her pose is nice,&lt;br /&gt;she scream directly at my ear lah, okay! -.-&lt;br /&gt;and then, we go arcade.&lt;br /&gt;play drumania. and its amazing that&lt;br /&gt;i still can play rollingtoon song sey.&lt;br /&gt;i never play for almost 1 year leh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;okay, played basketball next.&lt;br /&gt;and... we only score 130+, hah.&lt;br /&gt;'cause, we two playing together mah.&lt;br /&gt;we knock each other 'balls'&lt;br /&gt;like dunno how many time, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ice-skating next.&lt;br /&gt;jolie first time skate, dunno how to skate.&lt;br /&gt;after two rounds, she learn how to balance.&lt;br /&gt;a real fast learner, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and after another few rounds,&lt;br /&gt;she manage to skate very slowly without&lt;br /&gt;the divider helping.&lt;br /&gt;great, huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;yah, but during the process,&lt;br /&gt;she was pulling my hood, shirt.&lt;br /&gt;cannot balance, then stand like sissy.&lt;br /&gt;she need the metal thing that kids use&lt;br /&gt;and she still stand like sissy, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we go play arcade again.&lt;br /&gt;and we tried to play the UFO soft toy game.&lt;br /&gt;must grab the toy, only one try,&lt;br /&gt;if win, get the soft toy. yes, that game!&lt;br /&gt;but, before that, jolie cried luh.&lt;br /&gt;'cause her mum called, scold her and shits.&lt;br /&gt;okay, then we heck care just go play.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we get nothing, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;then we played the games,&lt;br /&gt;bishibashi and that, er,&lt;br /&gt;the big-big traditional drum game.&lt;br /&gt;whatever you call it, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go long john silver,&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat, then, jolie wanted to come&lt;br /&gt;my house, i say okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;took the taxi home, then once&lt;br /&gt;i reach home, she start disturbing my soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;played poker cards, played computer lah,&lt;br /&gt;play with my baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;then she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cherish every moment with&lt;br /&gt;my friends despite me not going to school!&lt;br /&gt;no one can stop me, hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay, read here, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make my blog private.&lt;br /&gt;probably next week or next next week.&lt;br /&gt;open to certain readers, only.&lt;br /&gt;probably those who i've linked.&lt;br /&gt;you want access to my blog?&lt;br /&gt;tell me via email, tagboard, friendster, blah.&lt;br /&gt;in any way you can contact me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - i know many of you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;there's alot of 'me' you can hate and&lt;br /&gt;i can never question you why.&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the memories,&lt;br /&gt;thks fr th mmrs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7663733456055043428?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7663733456055043428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7663733456055043428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7663733456055043428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7663733456055043428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-mind-picture-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i3.tinypic.com/6crzinn_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-4197059803971505986</id><published>2007-10-28T03:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:11:15.207+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;img src="http://i24.tinypic.com/300tsgg.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.tinypic.com/20b1vo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, some fun after so many days.&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong point with qian and vivian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy the shirts for the captain&lt;br /&gt;ball thingy. oh, qian forced me to be in,&lt;br /&gt;so, fuck yeah. replacement only, heh.&lt;br /&gt;and its 4 for $20, like, worth it sey.&lt;br /&gt;2 of them is for me and viv's use lah,&lt;br /&gt;not in the team. 2 of them for the team.&lt;br /&gt;so, after that, went window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;saw the arm warms at 77th street.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy it sey! but, save first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we go buy some drinks&lt;br /&gt;to refill ourselves luh.&lt;br /&gt;this is the really pathetic/funny part.&lt;br /&gt;okay, qian bought fresh orange juice,&lt;br /&gt;i bought fizzy orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;and i had mine, we're waiting for&lt;br /&gt;qian's orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;qian juice came and she go pay.&lt;br /&gt;but i go idiot go take her orange juice&lt;br /&gt;to see her reaction like how.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't see it, roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;but it was pathetic of her to think&lt;br /&gt;that one of the drinks displayed is hers.&lt;br /&gt;whats more, its a kiwi juice.&lt;br /&gt;a green juice. green-orange, where got same!&lt;br /&gt;yah, she go poke inside the kiwi juice.&lt;br /&gt;shine the orange juice to her,&lt;br /&gt;and, paisey, all smiles, laugh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian gotta buy for her mum CD&lt;br /&gt;and sushi so we go buy those last things luh.&lt;br /&gt;we're laughing at vivian lah.&lt;br /&gt;'cause she walk so fast, we walk slow,&lt;br /&gt;then me and qian imagine like she look&lt;br /&gt;behind and she's waaaaay further than us. :B&lt;br /&gt;and her face funny, so, lololol.&lt;br /&gt;okay, bought sushi.&lt;br /&gt;head towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian and qian polish her singing&lt;br /&gt;while i'm tardying around.&lt;br /&gt;making really lame remarks like,&lt;br /&gt;'is my forehead shiny? ey, your forehead shiny!'&lt;br /&gt;i admire their singing sia.&lt;br /&gt;despite qian having her sorethroat,&lt;br /&gt;she still can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;and vivian? she's better than hannah montana.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's what qian said! :D&lt;br /&gt;went to mac to eat our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yep, i'm done. (:&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm fast fowarding lah can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - maybe i should stop being sensitive&lt;br /&gt;and think about those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;they aren't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;maybe in school, well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;qian tend to ignore me, viv with her own business.&lt;br /&gt;...i'm already happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4197059803971505986?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4197059803971505986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4197059803971505986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4197059803971505986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4197059803971505986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-finally-some-fun-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i24.tinypic.com/300tsgg_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-1811522956160169734</id><published>2007-10-26T23:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:27:34.518+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;img src="http://i24.tinypic.com/9i4dh0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.tinypic.com/orkklu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today captain ball match was fun.&lt;br /&gt;we won! 17 - 10, gahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno who, but i think elaine,&lt;br /&gt;go bang my shoulder, left shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts like hell lah!&lt;br /&gt;worst than the injection. -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't wanna play for the&lt;br /&gt;next rounds because i'm not in the team.&lt;br /&gt;even if they need replacement,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want, gahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;my dad was surprised sey.&lt;br /&gt;he said i was in basketball, captain and all&lt;br /&gt;yet i didn't make it into the team.&lt;br /&gt;blame me for not coming to school, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, went back home, eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;went down, me and sharifah buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;yipee yay yah hoo hah, i suppose? :D&lt;br /&gt;go jam the lift like so shiok sey.&lt;br /&gt;jam jam jam jam jam jam until so shiok.&lt;br /&gt;go the old kindergarden playgound and&lt;br /&gt;chill, play there luhs.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this two girl, in primary two,&lt;br /&gt;already know how to ponten school.&lt;br /&gt;sharifah manage to befriends with them&lt;br /&gt;and then got their numbers.&lt;br /&gt;so fah go sabo by calling their parents.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, one of the brother came&lt;br /&gt;and both of them are doomed, woah.&lt;br /&gt;and me, qian and fah go talk to&lt;br /&gt;one old man. and surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;he haven't eat/bathe for 3 days. O:&lt;br /&gt;because the wife lock him out,&lt;br /&gt;somemore his house, blah.&lt;br /&gt;then we chat with him lah, bleah.&lt;br /&gt;his name is johnson suraj, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i don't know lah, i suppose it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fah went home and then me, qian and sijie&lt;br /&gt;play truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;one of them i must run around the space, screaming.&lt;br /&gt;one of them, sijie must go 2nd floor shout, 'i am crazy!'&lt;br /&gt;one of them, qian must go to everybody say hello.&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic lah! roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;eat potato chips, played awhile more and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not be coming to school&lt;br /&gt;for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;angelina, if you pon school, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;we'll pon together then go out, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the weekends will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully we can go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S -&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop treating my friends&lt;br /&gt;with extra sugar, spice and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;'cause, no point lah.&lt;br /&gt;they never notice it, they never appreciate it,&lt;br /&gt;and they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;qian like with si jie the whole&lt;br /&gt;time during school sey.&lt;br /&gt;no point doing that, i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done here, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;i may be on hiatus.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-1811522956160169734?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1811522956160169734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=1811522956160169734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1811522956160169734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/1811522956160169734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-today-captain-ball-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i24.tinypic.com/9i4dh0_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-8360909131025372420</id><published>2007-10-24T02:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:51:27.447+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;img src="http://i21.tinypic.com/hvwefr.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.tinypic.com/2lnjmma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/10/07:&lt;br /&gt;went to suntec city with my mum to service my phone.&lt;br /&gt;gahahah! went shopping after that.&lt;br /&gt;bought my jeans, jackets, etc etc. :D&lt;br /&gt;went to eat satay at the makan sutra there&lt;br /&gt;don't know what shit.&lt;br /&gt;eat until my tummy wanna burst, roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;overall, tiring, but fun lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/10/07:&lt;br /&gt;went out with my parents, again.&lt;br /&gt;er, went to airpork. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know for what lah,&lt;br /&gt;we're just walking and walking.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so bored that i gotta&lt;br /&gt;take pictures of the scenery. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ride the train from terminal 1 to 2.&lt;br /&gt;then go back, yah, lame.&lt;br /&gt;yadayada, eat, go home. blah. l:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/10/07:&lt;br /&gt;qian and si jie came my house.&lt;br /&gt;the usual stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and then next, comes boredom.&lt;br /&gt;lost my wallet, damn lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/10/07:&lt;br /&gt;the nurse came to our school.&lt;br /&gt;i had my pervertic check up and injection.&lt;br /&gt;the injection ain't that bad,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why the hell so many people cried.&lt;br /&gt;vivian and jake came my house.&lt;br /&gt;played, chat, watch videos, blah.&lt;br /&gt;awkward lah, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S,&lt;br /&gt;my brother was right.&lt;br /&gt;true friends are in secondary.&lt;br /&gt;but still, primary friends is still important. :D&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be bothered by breakups.&lt;br /&gt;since its their so-called wish,&lt;br /&gt;let them be and 'grant' them their 'wish'.&lt;br /&gt;though, its hard to manage now.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to have fun with them!&lt;br /&gt;...but, its hard when you have a best friend&lt;br /&gt;that still exist in my heart, but not on the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;like, we'll try not to look each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/10/07:&lt;br /&gt;no updates, i think.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to school 'cause i overslept. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/10/07:&lt;br /&gt;overslept, two time in a row! O:&lt;br /&gt;unbelieveable right?&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't watch d.gray-man and cowboy beebop, gahahas.&lt;br /&gt;okay, went to suntec to collect my phone.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to 'genki/genko sushi'.&lt;br /&gt;forgot the name, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;argh! anyway, the food there is nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i still prefer sakae sushi! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-8360909131025372420?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8360909131025372420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=8360909131025372420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8360909131025372420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/8360909131025372420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-went-out-with-my-parents_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i21.tinypic.com/hvwefr_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-7648695962381806180</id><published>2007-10-18T21:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:18:40.416+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;img src="http://i23.tinypic.com/vdmjau.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.tinypic.com/254y8ag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, deleted the previous post 'cause of&lt;br /&gt;some pathetic reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep editing my post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not satisfied? i'll redo again. (:&lt;br /&gt;lol, i know, stupidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to this song non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://poppinli.imeem.com/music/8oW-b7QN/simple_and_clean_piano_instrumental/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen.&lt;br /&gt;some of you might find it familiar,&lt;br /&gt;'cause its from a PS2 game, lah.&lt;br /&gt;it made me cry, damn it. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not emo, pleaseeeeee. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong point at night.&lt;br /&gt;er, i guess i had my fill at long john.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its not enough!&lt;br /&gt;bought sushi at the basement floor, haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to fairprice to shop for groceries.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this hair dye and i asked my mama&lt;br /&gt;to buy for me.&lt;br /&gt;she said can! but wait until school over. (:&lt;br /&gt;so, yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;br /&gt;one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;i saw alot of banglas.&lt;br /&gt;and they stare at me, i stare back,&lt;br /&gt;they look away, lololol.&lt;br /&gt;banglas are scared of me! :D&lt;br /&gt;call me if got any 'bangla-looking' case. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not scared of them anymore lah, qian.&lt;br /&gt;huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more news.&lt;br /&gt;to all my chemical romance singaporean kiasu fans,&lt;br /&gt;and to that fucking biatch who once considered my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my chemical romance is coming to singapore!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, its confirmed. (:&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=1289"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view the concert rules, price, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and those who see me as mcr's number one,&lt;br /&gt;letme tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;you might think its impossible for me to not go,&lt;br /&gt;but, seriously, i'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only want the $95 tiks.&lt;br /&gt;what's the point buying the cheapest one&lt;br /&gt;when you can't even see them?&lt;br /&gt;from far, gerard will be like some moving stickman.&lt;br /&gt;if i buy the $85 tiks, there'll&lt;br /&gt;be some tall asses blocking my way.&lt;br /&gt;even if i buy the $95,&lt;br /&gt;some really despo MCR fans will&lt;br /&gt;come super early just to be in the 1st row.&lt;br /&gt;and then even though you come early,&lt;br /&gt;some really, really mad fans will push you&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be drag very far.&lt;br /&gt;i'll buy it when i'm rich.&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm not, why should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qian said it was once in a million chance.&lt;br /&gt;i know it'll be 'shiok' seeing them, infront of me,&lt;br /&gt;bringing out the message, headbanging, etc.&lt;br /&gt;i want it so badly, too.&lt;br /&gt;but because of my dad, losing his job,&lt;br /&gt;our family is becoming, poor.&lt;br /&gt;imagine what you can do with $95 instead of&lt;br /&gt;that pure entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;shop, pay the bills, our daily meals, even gifts!&lt;br /&gt;you can have those things for a long time&lt;br /&gt;but mcr concert is just 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i asked my dad, 'pa, i wanna go mcr concert! $95!'&lt;br /&gt;and his face, like, changed!&lt;br /&gt;something like, he wish he can give me that, but&lt;br /&gt;he ain't got the money. and he's disappointed&lt;br /&gt;because of what kind of child i've become.&lt;br /&gt;think again if you wanna go their concert,&lt;br /&gt;go if you're rich! but don't go if you&lt;br /&gt;don't have the money.&lt;br /&gt;if you're just going to go 'gugugaga' for them,&lt;br /&gt;just to see them live or pure entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;tell me how long it'll last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha, you better get those pictures!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yourself too, ya? (:&lt;br /&gt;and linkin park is coming, too.&lt;br /&gt;so, those who prefer linkin park&lt;br /&gt;than to my chemical romance, click &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=1182"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and its at the singapore indoor stadium,&lt;br /&gt;so it'll be quite a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - i'm going shopping! finally, i can&lt;br /&gt;strike off something in my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;and i can service my phone!&lt;br /&gt;yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-7648695962381806180?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7648695962381806180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=7648695962381806180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7648695962381806180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/7648695962381806180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i23.tinypic.com/vdmjau_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2475252611233694035</id><published>2007-10-12T23:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:56:30.734+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;IMG SRC="http://i24.tinypic.com/2cgof2r.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i21.tinypic.com/20p3r41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pon school today.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;w-what? there's nothing wrong with it! :D&lt;br /&gt;PSLE is so over,&lt;br /&gt;my parents even allowed me to skip school.&lt;br /&gt;so you teachers can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet conroy and benedict at macdonald at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;haha, the cashier asked how conroy meet we two.&lt;br /&gt;then conroy tell then they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;roflmao, what's so funny sey?&lt;br /&gt;buy newspaper for my dad and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;then we all play playstation!&lt;br /&gt;then half way playing, qian come.&lt;br /&gt;metal slug was so funny lah!&lt;br /&gt;we all ke-siao already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;we played in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;two times in a week.&lt;br /&gt;we're fucking wet, oh, shitness!&lt;br /&gt;and my dad was worried for us, lah.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention angry. l:&lt;br /&gt;qian finally got over the fear of climing the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;she managed to step on the roof, 2-6cm, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;she scared already then go back.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least she tried! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 8 years old malay girl from pioneer died.&lt;br /&gt;from my school leh! pioneer leh!&lt;br /&gt;before hari raya somemore leh!&lt;br /&gt;haven't really read the newspaper fully.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, omfg.&lt;br /&gt;i told qian and she said it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;bodoh lah you, roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;primary two only, mati.&lt;br /&gt;they said it was accidental, or was it not?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying for dunno what reason. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed skin.&lt;br /&gt;elmo are such cute asses! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2475252611233694035?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2475252611233694035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2475252611233694035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2475252611233694035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2475252611233694035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-ponten-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i24.tinypic.com/2cgof2r_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-4063021008079891865</id><published>2007-10-12T00:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:50:10.366+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;IMG SRC="http://i24.tinypic.com/10y1bex.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i24.tinypic.com/qqbj9w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't come, thats fucking great.&lt;br /&gt;there was a test conducted.&lt;br /&gt;by the MOE.&lt;br /&gt;we make a big fool out of ourselves sey.&lt;br /&gt;we talk during the test,&lt;br /&gt;ask for answers during the test,&lt;br /&gt;talk to teacher and asking unecessary questions.&lt;br /&gt;omfg, we're so bad sey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;why should i go sey.&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of boredom. -.-&lt;br /&gt;qian, si jie, conroy, teck heng plan not to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;so i just have to join in, right?&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting conroy &amp; benedict at 'mac tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning sey.&lt;br /&gt;'cause right after that, we wanna climb the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharifah joined yamakazi.&lt;br /&gt;with hidayat, ayie, blah.&lt;br /&gt;i've watched the videos in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;like, omfg sey.&lt;br /&gt;the boys jump on the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;then jump over the to the other block of flats.&lt;br /&gt;then there was one where the guy&lt;br /&gt;gotta jump from the 3rd/4th floor down to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;thats the 'gang' all about.&lt;br /&gt;its about tricks and shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll end here?&lt;br /&gt;tata! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-4063021008079891865?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4063021008079891865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=4063021008079891865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4063021008079891865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/4063021008079891865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-mood-another-day-of-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i24.tinypic.com/10y1bex_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-6034002671688808932</id><published>2007-10-11T01:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:21:20.956+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;current mood: &lt;IMG SRC="http://i24.tinypic.com/250m6xl.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rwy_0UnRxzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NXQ0-BGHxlc/s1600-h/Akasha_I_by_skeev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rwy_0UnRxzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NXQ0-BGHxlc/s320/Akasha_I_by_skeev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119677782020966194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm back blogging.&lt;br /&gt;friendster isn't on hiatus. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i've realised i'm so free sey.&lt;br /&gt;i can go anywhere i want.&lt;br /&gt;i can go home late.&lt;br /&gt;i can use the com how long i want.&lt;br /&gt;finally, freedooooooooom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary school, fuhua.&lt;br /&gt;your dreams, our goals.&lt;br /&gt;like, stupid sey. roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;i throwed the file away, bad right?&lt;br /&gt;principal talk so funny, lol.&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to insult her,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying, huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pioneer idol results were announced.&lt;br /&gt;mr wong, why did you show some contestant singing sia.&lt;br /&gt;think about their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;if they sing soooo horrible,&lt;br /&gt;all the school will laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;qian and vivian is in the semi-finals! omfg.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappy for them! :D&lt;br /&gt;everybody was screaming in the hall sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've overcome my fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;br /&gt;'cause i've climbed the green hall shelter.&lt;br /&gt;cool right! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;omfg, ben-ben fall off the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;its like, 4-5 metres high sey.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe 3-4 metres, roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chilled at the, uh, playground.&lt;br /&gt;we talk, played '205' &amp; told some stories.&lt;br /&gt;i know, lame. but its interesting lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;went to macdonald after that.&lt;br /&gt;we're so dang thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw jeremy and chongren after that.&lt;br /&gt;played carpark catching with them till late evening.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, it was so dark in the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;chongren run dang fast.&lt;br /&gt;conbird and remy manage to find me and qian.&lt;br /&gt;we hide at one corner you know!&lt;br /&gt;but we stupid go talk.&lt;br /&gt;the space was quite empty,&lt;br /&gt;so it kinda trapped the sound.&lt;br /&gt;easily heard, pffh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a random post.&lt;br /&gt;i love blogging, i just can't bear to leave this blog! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-6034002671688808932?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6034002671688808932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=6034002671688808932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6034002671688808932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/6034002671688808932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-well-im-back-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i24.tinypic.com/250m6xl_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-9061506222971073400</id><published>2007-10-10T00:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:41:24.205+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;current mood: &lt;IMG SRC="http://i24.tinypic.com/250m6xl.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwtnjUnRxyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QI2IWtRsmvE/s1600-h/Normalnie_o_tej_porze_by_skeev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwtnjUnRxyI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QI2IWtRsmvE/s320/Normalnie_o_tej_porze_by_skeev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119299257963235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;today, its the 2nd day after PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm still lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qian, vivian and si jie came my house.&lt;br /&gt;si jie &amp; vivian felt so awkward together. -.-&lt;br /&gt;don't feel that way, darlahs.&lt;br /&gt;went down after chilling in that&lt;br /&gt;airconditioned room. *yes, very cold!&lt;br /&gt;brought icecreams &amp; seaweeds.&lt;br /&gt;go si jie the house below,&lt;br /&gt;went seven-eleven, ate even more thangs! :D&lt;br /&gt;bought that early snack thangs for&lt;br /&gt;only, er, $1.50?&lt;br /&gt;worth it right? hoho!&lt;br /&gt;went back home after that,&lt;br /&gt;we end up playing with fah. *sexy lah, fah!&lt;br /&gt;she climbed the green hall with jun.&lt;br /&gt;oh, her boyfriend was there too.&lt;br /&gt;coooooooooool right?&lt;br /&gt;yada, climbed around the carpark,&lt;br /&gt;fah playing with my feelings again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;disturbing one black-brown-white patchy cat. :B&lt;br /&gt;leaving those damn thoughts of her away.&lt;br /&gt;we're so over.&lt;br /&gt;grr, why are we acting like this?&lt;br /&gt;...its so childish quarreling because&lt;br /&gt;of some, er, 'neglect' reason.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conroy quarreled with teck heng's gang.&lt;br /&gt;please lah, we're gonna graduate then&lt;br /&gt;still wanna act so childish. l:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why P6s from our&lt;br /&gt;school are so lame.&lt;br /&gt;yes, like, really lame!&lt;br /&gt;reason why they fought:&lt;br /&gt;conroy didn't wanna join them 'cause&lt;br /&gt;he wanna play with his other friends.&lt;br /&gt;grow up lah, okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be posting pictures often.&lt;br /&gt;only if the day is really fun,&lt;br /&gt;sureeeeeeeeeee, i'll post.&lt;br /&gt;oh, my friendster is on a few days hiatus! :B&lt;br /&gt;though my blog will still be going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need the black skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;my mum never buy, stupidness!&lt;br /&gt;i have so many tops, so little bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, lah! give me that damn jeans!&lt;br /&gt;hottopic(s) is such a great place to shop. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-9061506222971073400?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/9061506222971073400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=9061506222971073400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/9061506222971073400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/9061506222971073400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://i24.tinypic.com/250m6xl_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131031377429132919.post-2952401664770058586</id><published>2007-10-08T23:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:12:14.675+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rwoa9UnRxwI/AAAAAAAAA78/Pdy3U42Hq98/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rwoa9UnRxwI/AAAAAAAAA78/Pdy3U42Hq98/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118933567267784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoaYknRxvI/AAAAAAAAA70/Z3icdb-dQho/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoaYknRxvI/AAAAAAAAA70/Z3icdb-dQho/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118932935907591922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoWc0nRxtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Z38Is1MojOg/s1600-h/Image016+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoWc0nRxtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Z38Is1MojOg/s320/Image016+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118928610875524818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoWjUnRxuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PPTTBixeH0M/s1600-h/Image006+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoWjUnRxuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PPTTBixeH0M/s320/Image006+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118928722544674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoRNEnRxsI/AAAAAAAAA7c/g2GyO8BgXLU/s1600-h/Image012+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoRNEnRxsI/AAAAAAAAA7c/g2GyO8BgXLU/s320/Image012+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118922842734446274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats sharifah. falgar. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoOiEnRxrI/AAAAAAAAA7U/fEVU4WTXYLA/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoOiEnRxrI/AAAAAAAAA7U/fEVU4WTXYLA/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118919904976815794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to banglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoODknRxqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/HIQfCwTMQAQ/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoODknRxqI/AAAAAAAAA7M/HIQfCwTMQAQ/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118919380990805666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoNh0nRxpI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ig5223Des3M/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/RwoNh0nRxpI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ig5223Des3M/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118918801170220690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i'm gonna crash the school!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee yay yah hoo hah!&lt;br /&gt;PSLE IS SO OVER.&lt;br /&gt;stfu, i can do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;i've gained my freedom&lt;br /&gt;till end of december. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy,&lt;br /&gt;i'm played in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;along with qian and si jie.&lt;br /&gt;'this is the best day ever'&lt;br /&gt;one song from my chem.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serverely obsess with them sey.&lt;br /&gt;roflmao, bob appeared again.&lt;br /&gt;he said that i'm incridible for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, done ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/131031377429132919-2952401664770058586?l=get-fcukedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2952401664770058586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=131031377429132919&amp;postID=2952401664770058586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2952401664770058586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/131031377429132919/posts/default/2952401664770058586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-fcukedup.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-sharifah.html' title=''/><author><name>Howie</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ig8n0B6cJKM/Rwoa9UnRxwI/AAAAAAAAA78/Pdy3U42Hq98/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
