<?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-19146934</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:15:13.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inception of metamorphis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113983225244574668</id><published>2006-02-13T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:05:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I lOVE LINDA, YES I DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont feel like bloggin' anymore. maybe some other days. Till then,later guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/untitled%20copy.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/untitled%20copy.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113983225244574668?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113983225244574668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113983225244574668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113983225244574668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113983225244574668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_13.html' title='=)'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113971996764586892</id><published>2006-02-12T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:52:47.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's her hair and her eyes today&lt;br /&gt;That just simply take me away&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling that I'm falling further in love&lt;br /&gt;Makes me shiver but in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the times I have sat and stared&lt;br /&gt;As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair&lt;br /&gt;And she purses her lips, bats her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And she plays with me sittin’ there slacked jaw&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I love her with all that I am&lt;br /&gt;And my voice shakes along with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's all that I see and she's all that I need&lt;br /&gt;.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a masterful melody&lt;br /&gt;When she calls out my name to me&lt;br /&gt;As the world spins around her&lt;br /&gt;She laughs, rolls her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm fallin’ but it's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love her with all that I am&lt;br /&gt;And my voice shakes along with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be here than on land&lt;br /&gt;Yes she's all that I see and she's all that I need&lt;br /&gt;........................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113971996764586892?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113971996764586892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113971996764586892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113971996764586892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113971996764586892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113838114693229804</id><published>2006-01-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:59:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here</title><content type='html'>ALIIGHT GUYS, THE DARN CNY IS HERE&lt;br /&gt;let said this year is kinda different-   no half -day for school, no need to wear red clothes, no boring celebration, no Chinese orchestra and lion dance boring US out. woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, boo to spendin CNY in singapore! misses the snow, and coolin temp. and the travellin. BUT gettin' all those red packets make me shiver, in a good way that is.&lt;br /&gt;dread goin around and puttin a false front (smiling at all those strangers that comment endlessly on you) and pretending to laugh when your uncleS say      &lt;br /&gt;" happy new year, pull your ear" HAHA! try harder wrinkled dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, meetin the DEVILS( yea man) FROM MY Maternal SIDE would be FUN. oh yea did i mention i'm finally goin to meet up with my long-lost paternal relatives. 4 longg years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113838114693229804?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113838114693229804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113838114693229804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113838114693229804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113838114693229804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113790026469150795</id><published>2006-01-22T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:24:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21ST JANUARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what more can i say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i cant seems to leave my bed, maybe later. back to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt; land.feelin' OH SO warm now.(cause the conditioner is off dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113790026469150795?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113790026469150795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113790026469150795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113790026469150795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113790026469150795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/21st-january.html' title='21ST JANUARY'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113780826238340498</id><published>2006-01-21T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:51:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you JAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheerio dudette.!whatever happen(what's up jac??), which dont kill you, only make you stronger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll be okay-mcfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When everything is going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And things are just a little strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been so long now you've forgotten how to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overhead the skies are clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it still seems to rain on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And your only friends all have better things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you're down and lost and you need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you're down and lost along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh just tell yourself I'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And things are only getting worse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and you need someone to take the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When your lover's gone there's no one to share the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're sleeping with the tv on and you're lying in an empty bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the alcohol in the world would never help me to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you're down and lost and you need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; When you're down and lost along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just try a little harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Try your best to make it through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just tell yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not alone (you're not alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not alone (you're not alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just tell yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh just tell yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won't you tell yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you're down and lost and you need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; When you're down and lost along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just try a little harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try your best to make it through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just tell yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll i'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with CNY and EXAMS and TESTS right around the corner, the little guy here are suffocating!! but a little nice &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;weggie&lt;/span&gt; dinner will do the magic.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i SO dont wanna to go for my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pop's reunion dinner&lt;/span&gt;, i dont wanna let them see the FAT FUCK i become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i SO SO dont wanna sit for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;basic micro bio test&lt;/span&gt;, so gonna flunk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i SO SO SO dont wanna sit for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i SO SO SO SO wish those could happpen. but bleahs, it would.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so its time to eat those pizza and watch some punk'd and X games.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113780826238340498?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113780826238340498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113780826238340498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113780826238340498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113780826238340498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-for-you-jac.html' title='this is for you JAC'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113748947483302567</id><published>2006-01-17T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:17:54.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really have nothin' to write abt my life. but i'll try, &lt;em&gt;i tried&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i bought 3 hello panda: 2 strawberries, 1 milk. and nachos as in the tibist pack, peanut butter waffer and cheese and ham sandwichs.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just destroyin' myself literally with my own hands. all those junkies i consume,.. man defintely gonna take a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIGG TOLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on me. and its CNY soon.and i'm stuck here. ORH, lord help me. hey ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING IN THE FIRST PLACE. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty borin' lessons today, except for the joking part of MR G POI. things are pretty shitty. so during maths lesson, i took up drawin. was practically blasting songs into my ears while i move my brushes to the groove (yea right!).so here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="305" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1170087.0.jpg" width="652" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1170091.0.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1170092.0.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew everythin' within the first hour, and spent the next hour writin' down lyricses of songs. self entertainin huh.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;lyrics, &lt;strong&gt;be my escape&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;relient k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given up on giving up slowly&lt;br /&gt;I’m blending in so you won’t even know me&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this whole world that shares my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one last bullet you mention&lt;br /&gt;It’s my one last shot at redemption&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know to live you must give your life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been housing all this doubt&lt;br /&gt;and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been locked inside that house&lt;br /&gt;All the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;And that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though there’s no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I’m going because…&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given up on doing this alone now&lt;br /&gt;Guess I failed and I’m ready to be shown out&lt;br /&gt;You told me the way and now I’m trying to get there&lt;br /&gt;And this life sentence that I’m serving&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I’m every bit deserving&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt&lt;br /&gt;and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been locked inside that house&lt;br /&gt;All the while you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;And that might be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And even though there’s no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where to go&lt;br /&gt;I promise I’m going because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here&lt;br /&gt;And I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to be my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hostage to my own humanity&lt;br /&gt;Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made&lt;br /&gt;And all I’m asking is for you to do what you can with me&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t ask you to give what you already gave.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt&lt;br /&gt;and insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECALL.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was just another lonngggg night for me, how i wish i could just pick up that book and do some studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1150079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="322" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1150072.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1170092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1150076.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150076.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1150085.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was listening to (on the way down- ryan cabrera) and was wonderin what's does it really look like when you're on your way down. so i decided to take a peep out. orh becareful when you try to take a glance too, kinda dangerous =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahas. half of my body was out and my legs was holding on to the edge of the table(table against the wall)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/P1150078.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/P1150078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113748947483302567?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113748947483302567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113748947483302567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113748947483302567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113748947483302567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-have-nothin-to-write-abt-my.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113740321899682094</id><published>2006-01-16T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:21:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogg abt my life?? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i slept with the stereo blasting last night, lights on. gees, must be too exhausted. pops woke me up around 7, luckily not my mum or else i'll be prolly be all bruised up today. i went back to rest and TA-DA i ws late. shower, grab clothes, and to schooll. nothin' really much. saw an old fren( np) in sp today and was like "woah, what's wrong?fell down a drain? you suck. " &lt;em&gt;THANKS&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so school's over, went right back home, grabbed a big pack of super ring, cheeseballs, twisties, lays. and here i'm stuffin away. shit me. yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mcFLy--i'll be OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When everything is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;And things are just a little strange&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long now you’ve forgotten how to smile&lt;br /&gt;And overhead the skies are clear but it still seems to rain on you&lt;br /&gt;And your only friends all have better things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you’re down and lost&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When things are only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;And you need someone to take the blame&lt;br /&gt;When your lover's gone there’s no one to share the pain&lt;br /&gt;You’re sleeping with the tv on and you’re lying in an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;All the alcohol in the world would never help me to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you’re down and lost&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;Just try a little harder&lt;br /&gt;Try your best to make it through the day&lt;br /&gt;Oh just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;[You’re not alone]&lt;br /&gt;You’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;[You’re not alone]&lt;br /&gt;You’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just tell yourself I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Oh just tell yourself, I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you tell yourself, I’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and lost&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;Try a little harder&lt;br /&gt;Try your best to make it through the day&lt;br /&gt;And oh just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I’ll, I'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113740321899682094?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113740321899682094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113740321899682094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113740321899682094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113740321899682094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogg-abt-my-life-i-slept-with-stereo.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113732220556004976</id><published>2006-01-15T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:56:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/1/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I. Jesus of Suburbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m the son of rage and love&lt;br /&gt;the jesus of suburbia&lt;br /&gt;from the bible of "none of the above"&lt;br /&gt;on a steady diet of sodapop and ritalin&lt;br /&gt;no one ever died for my sins in hell&lt;br /&gt;as far as i can tell&lt;br /&gt;at least the ones i got away with&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;this is how i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;in the land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;that don´t believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get my television fix sitting on my crucifix&lt;br /&gt;the living room in my private womb&lt;br /&gt;while mom's &amp;amp; dad's are away&lt;br /&gt;to fall in love and fall in debt&lt;br /&gt;to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane&lt;br /&gt;to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;II. City of the damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the center of the earth&lt;br /&gt;in the parking lot of the 7-11 where i was taught&lt;br /&gt;the motto was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;it says "home is where your heart is"&lt;br /&gt;but what a shame&lt;br /&gt;'cause everuone´s heart doesn't beat the same&lt;br /&gt;we´re beating out of time&lt;br /&gt;city of the dead&lt;br /&gt;at the end of another lost highway&lt;br /&gt;signs misleading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;city of the damned&lt;br /&gt;lost children with dirty faces today&lt;br /&gt;no one really seems to care&lt;br /&gt;i read the graffiti in the bathroom stall&lt;br /&gt;like the holly scriptures in a shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;and so it seemed to confess&lt;br /&gt;it didn´t say much&lt;br /&gt;but it only confirm that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the center of the earth is the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;and i could really care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;III. I Don´t Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone is so full of shit!&lt;br /&gt;born and raised by hypocrates&lt;br /&gt;hearts recycled but never saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from the cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;we are the kids of war and peace&lt;br /&gt;from anaheim to the middle east&lt;br /&gt;we are the stories and disciples of&lt;br /&gt;the jesus of suburbia!&lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;and it don't believe in me and&lt;br /&gt;i don't care !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IV. Dearly Beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dearly beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the words you were saying&lt;br /&gt;are we demented?&lt;br /&gt;or am i disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;the space that's inbetween insane and insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; therapy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can you please fill the void?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;am i retarded?&lt;br /&gt;or am i just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;nobody´s perfect and i stand accused&lt;br /&gt;for lack of a better word and that´s my best excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V. Tales of another broken home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to live and not to breathe&lt;br /&gt;is to die in tragedy&lt;br /&gt;to run, to run away to find what to believe&lt;br /&gt;and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;i lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist&lt;br /&gt;so i run, i run away&lt;br /&gt;to the light of masochists&lt;br /&gt;and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;and i walked this line a million and one fucking times&lt;br /&gt;but not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i don't feel any shame, i won't apologize&lt;br /&gt;when there ain't nowhere you can go&lt;br /&gt;running away from pain when you've been victimized&lt;br /&gt;tales from another broken home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't let another minute go to waste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that you are something special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To you, I'd be always faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be What you always needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I'll hope you see the heart in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might need time to think it over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm just fine moving forward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll ease your mind if you give me the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll never make you cry c'mon let's try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe do you think you could want me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna waste your time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you see things the way I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wanna know that you feel it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is nothing left to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;PEREFCT SITUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the deal&lt;br /&gt;With my brain?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so obviously insane?&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect situation&lt;br /&gt;I let love down the drain&lt;br /&gt;There's the pitch&lt;br /&gt;Slow and straight&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is swing and I'm a hero&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hungry nights&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;Now it's getting unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I could not have it better&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't get no play&lt;br /&gt;From the girls&lt;br /&gt;All around&lt;br /&gt;As they search the night for someone to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;And just pass through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singin oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh, ohhhh-hoooo&lt;br /&gt;Singin oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh, ohhhh-hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get your hands&lt;br /&gt;Off the girl&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that she belongs to me?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't appreciate this&lt;br /&gt;Excess company&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy&lt;br /&gt;All the needs she has and so she starts to wander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you blame her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singin oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh, ohhhh-hoooo&lt;br /&gt;Singin oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh, ohhhh-hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me there's a logic out there&lt;br /&gt;Leading me to better prepare&lt;br /&gt;For the day that something really special might come&lt;br /&gt;Tell me there's some hope for me&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be lonely&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my days on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh, ohhhh-hoooo&lt;br /&gt;Singin oh-oh,&lt;br /&gt;oh-oh, ohhhh-hoooo&lt;br /&gt;Singin oh-ohhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113732220556004976?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113732220556004976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatcha doing tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;A fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;Are you really alone&lt;br /&gt;Who's stealing your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You into my life&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;What would it take&lt;br /&gt;To make you see that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just&lt;br /&gt;Watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just tell&lt;br /&gt;You where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I already am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113726864428315367?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113726864428315367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113726864428315367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113726864428315367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113726864428315367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/whatcha-doing-tonight-i-wish-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113726706832906879</id><published>2006-01-15T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:31:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT, NO BIGGIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As I grow older, I taught myself not to hold on too much hope over something that can't even be confirmed. The higher the hopes I hold, the more disappointed I'd become"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      -qouted from jaccy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;congrats jac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; boo-hoo kiong. you such a wimp, shittin over your own pants. yet again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113726706832906879?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113726706832906879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113726706832906879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113726706832906879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113726706832906879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-what-no-biggies.html' title='SO WHAT, NO BIGGIES'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113715359792634784</id><published>2006-01-13T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:59:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/1,  friday,  what more can i say</title><content type='html'>Should I? Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Have said the wrong things right a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;If I could just rewind, I see it in my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, you'd still be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You cried, I died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should have shut my mouth, things headed south&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the words slipped off my tongue, they sounded dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If this old heart could talk, it'd say you're the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm wasting time when I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: I should have drove all night, &lt;br /&gt;I would have run all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words,&lt;br /&gt;Did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;Damn, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin' wrong with the date boy, its smthing wrong with your brain. so what's the deal with your pea-brain, punk??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113715359792634784?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113715359792634784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113715359792634784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113715359792634784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113715359792634784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/131-friday-what-more-can-i-say.html' title='13/1,  friday,  what more can i say'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113707924393102849</id><published>2006-01-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:20:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D night sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here it is. one of kIong fav. stuff -&gt; the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT SKY&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;orion constellation&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/orion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/orion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the orion actually is a hunter and the constellation can be easily recognised by the belt of three stars. look into the sky and you can find it pretty easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE MOON: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/moon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/moon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so the legend goes abt saying theres a rabbit on the moon, and yes you actually can see a "rabbit" on the moon. its form by the craters on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pardon my drawing. hmm i wonder if we can see chang er'. kinda cool if we can see her bathe =X  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*AHEM*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made up my mind. i decided to &lt;strong&gt;clean up and out&lt;/strong&gt;. =) no idea. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113707924393102849?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113707924393102849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113707924393102849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113707924393102849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113707924393102849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/d-night-sky.html' title='D night sky'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113690099677367934</id><published>2006-01-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:49:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today's pretty f-up. i lay around bed for a long time comin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone's out. no lunch no dinner no supper, just bread bread more bread and some milo powder.( no boiled water too). but i prefer to be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i practically spent the whole day tossin around in bed, doin what i do best. i didnt close the windows of my room and the rain drenched my desk. why am i bloggin? i dont know. shit stuff. mofo (did i use it correctly?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guess too much daydreamin and too much layin arnd corrodes ma brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slapped me once, got slapped twice. prolly would wake up after my face's bruised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113690099677367934?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113690099677367934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113690099677367934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113690099677367934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113690099677367934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-pretty-f-up.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113688047231256575</id><published>2006-01-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:07:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gettin this stress that's been eatin me off this chest,at least have the decency in you to leave me alone, do not come and speak to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know you and no,i dont owe you a motherfuckin' thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not MR. FRIENDLY, I can be a prick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And all of this controversy circles me, you point a finger at me ..So I point one back , but not the index or pinkie or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up with the bullshit, you're full of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;end-of-story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113688047231256575?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113688047231256575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113688047231256575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113688047231256575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113688047231256575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113673105782749961</id><published>2006-01-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:37:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still a fat fuck</title><content type='html'>i just discover that irregular meals will lead to bingin'&lt;br /&gt;see , i woke up like 12p.m today, ate ma &lt;strong&gt;first meal&lt;/strong&gt; at 1.pm., then have my &lt;strong&gt;second meal&lt;/strong&gt; at 4.30, mum whip up some &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt; at 6.00, which of course, i finish 'em, then feelin empty i continue to finish the &lt;strong&gt;loaf of sunshine bread&lt;/strong&gt; ( is a full loaf). hmm at 10, parent was back from their datin and bought back pizza from the p hut. its a &lt;strong&gt;large pizza stuffed crust&lt;/strong&gt; which was halved by me and bro. hmmm do that make me fat fuck, yes!  am i bein sarcastic, yes a little. (quoted dr A.A yuen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113673105782749961?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113673105782749961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113673105782749961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113673105782749961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113673105782749961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-fat-fuck.html' title='still a fat fuck'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113662068352786649</id><published>2006-01-07T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:26:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i used to think that life had a plan for me ,until i realized life had to be planned by me ,see thats the key, i only deal with what i can see ,cuz over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;history ,mystery --brought us nothing but misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; entries today, parent's out. i'm so tired for the past week. believe me when i' say i was abt to black out. its killin' me inside, but i guess its worth while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so here i'm, listening to songs for hours ,sortin out my mood and feelings', bloggin down whatever that expresses my moods, bingin hard, tryin to get back to the rythem of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i came to a sad conclusion :My words which I ate them for so long,nothing changed it was just the same =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe i shld start mappin' out my life. was readin tong's blogg today(yes i'm a voyuer. great supporter of all my friend's blogg) maybe a plan would do me good, maybe. but to those who prolly know me well, i cant stand a fixed life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you peeps out there who's just surfing around and havin absolutely nah nah to do, try this on your blogg. think through the topp 3 places you would die to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres's mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;places&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/untitled%20copy.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/untitled%20copy.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new zealand&lt;/span&gt;, to catch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;star gazin'&lt;/span&gt; in the fields that stretch over the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/as.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) divin' of course! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PALUA&lt;/span&gt; ,micronesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/as.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/as.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/q.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/q.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) alaksa. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aurora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yes i want to see it. TOPP it &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113662068352786649?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113662068352786649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113662068352786649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113662068352786649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113662068352786649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-home.html' title='at home'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113661871014656147</id><published>2006-01-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T15:25:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please hold my hand for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared please show me how&lt;br /&gt;To fight this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God has a master plan&lt;br /&gt;And I guess&lt;br /&gt;I am in his demand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me&lt;br /&gt;This time I cannot run&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see&lt;br /&gt;You when this is done&lt;br /&gt;And now I&lt;br /&gt;Have come to realize&lt;br /&gt;That you are&lt;br /&gt;The one who's left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay, until I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, hold on&lt;br /&gt;To me, I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;The light it feels good&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come&lt;br /&gt;Back soon just like you would&lt;br /&gt;It's useless&lt;br /&gt;My name has made the list&lt;br /&gt;And I wish&lt;br /&gt;I gave you one last kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay, until I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, hold on&lt;br /&gt;To me, I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And take, my one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget&lt;br /&gt;That I will be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay, until I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, hold on&lt;br /&gt;To me, I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And take, my one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget&lt;br /&gt;That I will be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;frankly I'm sick of talkin' ,I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113661871014656147?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113661871014656147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113661871014656147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113661871014656147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113661871014656147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-here-please-hold-my-hand-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113660802378556210</id><published>2006-01-07T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:27:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD</title><content type='html'>everything, everything look OH so weird.&lt;br /&gt;juniors look weird,&lt;br /&gt;teachers look weird,&lt;br /&gt;school look weird,&lt;br /&gt;i probably look weird there, judgin from the weird glances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a blink of eye and i'm out of the school. yesterday i was in my bed, just night-dreamin about my sec 1 days. sec1 days of how i wish i could be sec 4 soon and sit in the gallery and the far end of the parade square. now lookin back, time really flies. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss the alley, miss the peeps, miss the way i mugg, miss how we throws eggs on birthdays,miss rubbing chilli on birthday ppl, miss how we have to clean up, miss how the operation manager screw us, miss the morninng command i give in the morning, miss the pledge i need to give out, miss mc-ing, miss wanderin at the back of the hall during bigg events, miss the council room, miss the exco ppl,who prolly foregt us. miss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARH, just move on. no more uniform dude. not the clothes, niether the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113660802378556210?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113660802378556210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113660802378556210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113660802378556210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113660802378556210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird.html' title='WEIRD'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113655071319358661</id><published>2006-01-06T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:31:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>giddy spells cast on me for a week or so. feelin' so very weak now. break now my fren, just break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love,it taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life, it taught me to die&lt;br /&gt; So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannon-&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love, it taught me to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So come on courage Teach me to be shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna scare her&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's not hard to grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you know that you just don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113655071319358661?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113655071319358661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113655071319358661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113655071319358661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113655071319358661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/giddy-spells-cast-on-me-for-week-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113638081331529760</id><published>2006-01-04T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:20:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FED UP</title><content type='html'>oh its been a year since i last blogg. WAZZUP GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. yepp the highlights of the year for me is over. highlight = christmas, birthday, new year. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH to each one of you.thanks for the PREZZIE, cookkiess. thanks for the sleepless nights, late nights, adipose, fats, acne,dark eye bagg too. idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i'm just jokin`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp so this is it new year, new age, new chapter of life. i'm SHIVERIN, TREMBLIN , whatever you call it, with anticipation. oh mine....(shhh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doin my training rescue, advance rescue, training assistant course for this time comin'.orh the new term schedule: 2 longgg weeks of theory from 5p.m. to 9.30p.m each day. FOR 2 WEEKS!!!!!  but i'm lovin it. =)&lt;br /&gt;then we would finally head out into the malayisa' water with some ngee ann freshie. and it would be our turn to scrutinise their &lt;a href="mailto:ARSES!@!#$!#$"&gt;ARSES!@!#$!#$&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;orh yea just for you lost souls out there reading, this is a chart of courses in diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;strong&gt; SCUBA DIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basic open water (logg 8 dives)--&gt; advanced open water(logg 20 dives)&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; rescue --&gt; advanced rescue --&gt; training assistant --&gt; DIVEMASTER&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; instructor in training --&gt; instructor --&gt;  BIGGIES..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp in between of the courses, you have to be assessed by the instructor, and you have to take specialities courses and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUN. VERY COSTLY too. but why not just learn some basic diving skills, then try out in the water, decide whether you like it or not. then =)  just have fun.   &lt;br /&gt;p.s: its very addictive, kids beware of this "drugg" your brother here's hooked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is my longest entry ever, cause i'm waiting for my mum to GET OUT OF THE BATHEROOM&gt; BEENIN HOGGIN IT FOR HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight adios my fella's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113638081331529760?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113638081331529760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113638081331529760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113638081331529760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113638081331529760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/fed-up.html' title='FED UP'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113569405406356869</id><published>2005-12-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:34:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinner with bz and anna. yum yum. st louis pork ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i desperately need to work coz' i'm always spendin. man. thousand plus in months. =(   aiight boy time to work. hahas for long. i'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bz i want to join you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113569405406356869?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113569405406356869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113569405406356869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113569405406356869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113569405406356869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinner-with-bz-and-anna.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113565974693741532</id><published>2005-12-27T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:02:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so &lt;strong&gt;le&lt;/strong&gt; bored. nothin'.... nothin' to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me once, i wimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me twice, i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me thrice, i back-slap your arse right back to tang dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that in order to completely freeze an orange, you have to place it in the freezer for a whoppin 3 hours.i being doin this experiment with 4 orange since 8 plus in the mornin, i ate 'em all too. kinda tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch, i have spring rolls!!! 7 of 'em. cripsy, pippin' hot, watery( oily i reckon) . maybe i should spend the next 5 hrs thinkni what to have for dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113565974693741532?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113565974693741532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113565974693741532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113565974693741532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113565974693741532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-le-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113561038736824045</id><published>2005-12-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:19:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when karma turns around and bite you</title><content type='html'>so everyone out there is talkin about their new year resolution, they want to be a more beautiful person, wanted to be bigger, wanted to work harder, wanted to be part of the riches and famous. and of course, i have my new year resolution. that is to &lt;strong&gt;live life like&lt;/strong&gt; its the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this, you're swinging your hands, whistling to your favourite tune on your ipod, thinkin about many other things, swing swing whistle whistle, then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAMP, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got flatten by a speedin car??your pathetic life end right there. with so many things bottled up in yourself, so many things you want to accomplish, so many things you hope to say(e.g) how you would love to scold your ass-brain-ed brother for taking your stuff in your room. &lt;strong&gt;I'M SO NOT DIRECTING THIS AT ANYONE. &lt;/strong&gt;but too bad kid, you aint got a chance. you're dead. so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm its so unpredictable.anything can happen. as if anyone can imagine a tsunami can come crashin' in on a bright sunny day. now,my friend,wipe that stupid grin off your face.and go get a life and live a good.(pisst, this give me another excuse to laze around on my bed .&lt;strong&gt; yiiIIIPIEEE&lt;/strong&gt;). *ahem* laalllaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113561038736824045?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113561038736824045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113561038736824045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113561038736824045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113561038736824045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-karma-turns-around-and-bite-you.html' title='when karma turns around and bite you'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113551555082966198</id><published>2005-12-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:59:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D christmas</title><content type='html'>happy christmas and a merry new year to all!! did i get it right this time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its christmas and everything. cool shit this year.  &lt;strong&gt;MAN I TOTALLY LOVE IT. thank you&lt;/strong&gt; =)          yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i'm so so SORRY HUI TONG AND STEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh i dont plan to blogg this christmas down. its just a blast. really. for more information on how the class peeps spend the christmas, check out tong's blogg. i'm just a lazzy bugger.  i just knew i ate alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113551555082966198?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113551555082966198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113551555082966198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113551555082966198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113551555082966198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/d-christmas.html' title='D christmas'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113532302509666751</id><published>2005-12-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:30:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the SEA</title><content type='html'>what's so great about the sea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel sticky after hours in the water and your skin starts to dry up due to exo-osmosis, you start to feel giddy and migraines start to set in after hours to gulpin in sea water, feels tired movin in a medium 800 times denser than air, feel colder where water rob you of your heat 25 times faster than air, your tonsils hurt after battling the bacteria which invades you, bacteria than come from spits, urination, dirty bodies. you feel your mucus increases, your eyes hurt from the sea water. and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after all the activites, you say " wow, i cant wait for more"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113532302509666751?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113532302509666751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113532302509666751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113532302509666751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113532302509666751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/sea.html' title='the SEA'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113531549806998554</id><published>2005-12-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:24:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*YAWN* oh man. i'm so freakin "shagged" out. nice daay yesterday! we get pretty angry, woops....pretty fun. okie photos later in the day yea. need to have my supper cum breakfast cum lunch. i am very very very hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea 29th dec we are goin to the airport to send your jac&amp;ben off. then we're stayin overnight in the airport to celebrate tt guy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why AIRPORT---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the arrival hall, you get to see ppl huggin each other, jumpin for joy,--&gt; shades of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the departure hall, you see tears, sad faces,--&gt; shades of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the veiwing gallery to get to see planes takein off, wishin that you could be on one of 'em and leave this place of misery behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many QUIEt places, large empty places. great for hangout. the whole airport is pretty cool too, 18 degree all night through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airport's just great. let just put it this way, it 's a memory place for tt guy. YOU're invited!! do come yea. we're just going to stay overnight, chit chat, play some stupid games (steven: eh, why not we play dare la!), music ,yes there would be music! maybe order some food. yepps. its pretty borin but i'm lovin every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airport. OH airport. OH AIRPORT. oh oh oh oH oH OH oH OH. &lt;strong&gt;OH mum comin!! bingin time guys. BIG TIME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113531549806998554?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113531549806998554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113531549806998554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113531549806998554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113531549806998554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/yawn-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113520425777751706</id><published>2005-12-22T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:30:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 6.10 in the morninng 22 dec. i was awaken by a bad dream, nightmare.i dreamt about a child and his mother watching their father bein beheaded(a video i watch a few days ago).lookin back on the bombin of twin tower, masscare and the war by iraq, mobs, riots, protest, and even NKF incident in singapore itself ........the world is black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;You see the same damn thing it's just a different day and&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows why this is happening&lt;br /&gt;But it's happening&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you go it's just a different place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You get the same dark feeling&lt;br /&gt;See the same sad faces&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares that this is happening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come into this world&lt;br /&gt;And we all are the same&lt;br /&gt;In that moment there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in this place it's always been this way&lt;br /&gt;There's no one doing nothing so there's nothing changed&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live when this world just keeps dying&lt;br /&gt;It's dying&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me this is part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;That God's got everybody in His hands&lt;br /&gt;But I can only pray that God is listening&lt;br /&gt;Is He listening?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stay perfect now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen, seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come into this world&lt;br /&gt;And we all are the same&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;But we're living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stay perfect now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;(We can't go back)&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;(It won't be the same)&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;(What will ever change)&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen, seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;You see the same damn thing it's just a different day&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows why this is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good charlotte-- the world is black(kinda old song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113520425777751706?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113520425777751706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113520425777751706' title='0 Comments'/><link 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/diving.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day!&lt;br /&gt;finally get to rest myself. force myself in bed for 12 hours. dint really binge, but still ate a &lt;strong&gt;CONSIDERBALE&lt;/strong&gt; amount of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tml!! morning dive in hantu.( should i bring my camera along?? but its kinda troublsome.) oh meetin the peeps inn the evening for buffet( christmas celebration) and yes, i think it would be a blast! with steve, mic, jac and guys arnd. crazy time guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin so laallaall now. but it would get away soon.&lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to lala land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/scuba_diving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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day ahead'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113515149575666180</id><published>2005-12-21T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:51:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe me</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be the one to blame &lt;br /&gt;You like fun and games &lt;br /&gt;Keep playing em &lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin &lt;br /&gt;Think back then &lt;br /&gt;We was like one and the same &lt;br /&gt;On the right track &lt;br /&gt;But I was on the wrong train &lt;br /&gt;Just like that &lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a face to pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play &lt;br /&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain &lt;br /&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey &lt;br /&gt;I used have a little bit of a plan &lt;br /&gt;Used to &lt;br /&gt;Have a concept of where I stand &lt;br /&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands &lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what do I have to say &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free &lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see &lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me &lt;br /&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see &lt;br /&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally &lt;br /&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt &lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna work &lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really much worse than I thought &lt;br /&gt;I wished you were something that you were not &lt;br /&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back &lt;br /&gt;And walked away in shame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you got is a memory of pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground &lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around &lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free &lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see &lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:chorus: &lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to &lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to &lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me &lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down &lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now &lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:chorus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what i have to do &lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you &lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say &lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen to me &lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me   -fort minor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113515149575666180?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113515149575666180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113515149575666180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113515149575666180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113515149575666180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/believe-me.html' title='believe me'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113513513154768578</id><published>2005-12-21T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:18:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta make it out this place some how &lt;br /&gt;Man I really believe that i done turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You see, all I need is that second chance to show, &lt;br /&gt;since I crossed the ration, my obligation of rehabilitation &lt;br /&gt;You can punch me high, and You can kick me low &lt;br /&gt;But i mean its gonna take more than that for You to break my soul &lt;br /&gt;Man its hard for people to understand what its like to be, gated, incarcerated, I just can't take it, but &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna make it man to see better days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113513513154768578?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113513513154768578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113513513154768578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113513513154768578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113513513154768578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-gotta-make-it-out-this-place-some.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113513516694677758</id><published>2005-12-21T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:19:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday outin!</title><content type='html'>okie why not finalise the christmas outin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets meet 5 p.m at marina control stattion. okie guys. and yea. we are having buffet, listening to songs( please bring those portable radio if you have, CDs too), lookin out for stars? and of course!! gossip and talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mic wanna go out in the mornin and play around first but i join you guys later, AGAIIN,    at 5. ask mic where to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113513516694677758?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113513516694677758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113513516694677758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113513516694677758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113513516694677758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-outin.html' title='thursday outin!'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113513418953918473</id><published>2005-12-21T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:03:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting - sum 41</title><content type='html'>So am I still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For this world to stop hating&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hope to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop dead, a bullet to my head&lt;br /&gt;Your words are like a gun in hand&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the state of the nation&lt;br /&gt;We just need some motivation&lt;br /&gt;These eyes have seen no conviction&lt;br /&gt;Just lies and more contradiction&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what would you say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say its time to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For this world to stop hating&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hope to believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance and understanding&lt;br /&gt;We're the first ones to jump in line&lt;br /&gt;Out of step for what we believe in&lt;br /&gt;But who's left to stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;How far will we take this&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to see through the thickness&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what would you say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say its time to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For this world to stop hating&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hope to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't last forever&lt;br /&gt;Time won't make things better&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows&lt;br /&gt;If this is worthless&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we done&lt;br /&gt;We're in a war that can't be won&lt;br /&gt;This can't be real&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For this world to stop hating&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hope to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For this world to stop hating&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hope to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting   - sum 41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113513418953918473?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113513418953918473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113513418953918473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113513418953918473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113513418953918473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-waiting-sum-41.html' title='still waiting - sum 41'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113510142142238831</id><published>2005-12-21T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:57:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time check : 2.01 a.m</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna just sleep. just sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orh yea. need to bathe. &lt;br /&gt;cny is like a month away. orh god. thinkin of meetin my cousins. lookin inferior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh c'mon dude. buckled up!!! no time for frowns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113510142142238831?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113510142142238831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113510142142238831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113510142142238831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113510142142238831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-check-201-am.html' title='time check : 2.01 a.m'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113509781191389151</id><published>2005-12-21T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:56:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a still screwed life.</title><content type='html'>okie, so here i am, back from the mindcafe hangout with tong, san, mic, steve. pretty nice, but i would rather hit the kbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was out all day, went to nic house to do some IDEAS project, then meet up with the chit-chat pals of mine, play some GENJA. laugh our arse off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. i think my life still screwed after tryin' to unsrew it for months.&lt;br /&gt;this is a BRIEF overviw why my life sucks(from head-to-toe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my hair sucks. i trim it short while i want it longg(hey it ryhmes~!)&lt;br /&gt;2) the color of my hair sucks. i highlight it. orh no. DANIEL highlight it. stupid arse. now i just want back my jet black hair.&lt;br /&gt;3) my thick eye bag (need no explanation)&lt;br /&gt;4) my fuckin face fking packed with zits. and i'm not lovin' it&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm fat. YESH FAT FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;6) i'm fair. &lt;br /&gt;7) i'm disorientated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. basically that's why my life still sucks. believe me you dont waant to be in my shoess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a better man. hmmm maybe guy is the word. aiight i need a change. i need the drive! so i decided to blogg my feelin on my blog. and yesh you gonna get it first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blog when i'm know i'm startin to binge again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blogg when i'm too lazy to do my dive trainn&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blog when i'm gonna destroy myself, LITERALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight folks. do help me through my trough of my life. i dont wanna fall by wayside again. i wanna UNSCREW MY LIFE&gt;  last shot at redemption tt is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113509781191389151?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113499099611761483</id><published>2005-12-19T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:16:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scars-</title><content type='html'>I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down &lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home &lt;br /&gt;Cause you channel all your pain &lt;br /&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself &lt;br /&gt;You're making me insane &lt;br /&gt;All I can say is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real &lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once &lt;br /&gt;Against my own advice &lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down &lt;br /&gt;But you never realized &lt;br /&gt;That you're drowning in the water &lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand &lt;br /&gt;Compassions in my nature &lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last stand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scars- papa roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. &lt;strong&gt;HOW GREAT!  &lt;/strong&gt; my indecision killin' me inside. i need        re-assurance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113499099611761483?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113499099611761483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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check: 9.30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;-mum, dad, bro's out. alone at home with me, my com, my telly, and my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check: 9.40&lt;br /&gt;- cambell soup for breakfast. eatin it infront of the com screen. doin nothin else but drinkin the soup and starin right into the screen that is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check: 9.50&lt;br /&gt;- wash the bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time check: 10.10&lt;br /&gt;- decided to sleep again. blogg later. i'm so disorientated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113495614172043121?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113495614172043121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113495614172043121' title='0 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/&gt;hopefully i would make full use of this 2 weeks to work things out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway finally THE DIVING SEASON for me is here. local waters this thurs, and rescue courses 5 weeeeks away. goin back into water is being hugged tightly by someting you hold onto so dearly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i being splurging my hard on my cold hard papers. but i guess its aiight to pamper yourself once in a while, especially when its christmas, new year and... yepps. i made a wish this dec, and i'll see it happen. but one thing i cannot believe is that i spent hundreds of bucks on books.   suddenly i feel like readin again. i feel like i'm the wee kiong in sec 2 again. hmmm, is it a good thing or is it the beginning of the end. answers are well-kept by time.  and we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp, i want it all. new age, new year, new term. new lease of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113455125193823203</id><published>2005-12-14T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:07:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slap me once, slap me twice.</title><content type='html'>i just shit over myself, yesh ,    AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man its killin' me. i dont know why this binging shit keeps comin back. even worse, today i stuffed crackers, i mean if its bread its totally fine, but crackers!!! one f king pack of crackers.( one big packs have 14 smaller packs of crakers, each smaller pack have 3 pieces of shit)  i bound,confirm chop halal, going to suffer another acne outbreak. shit man ! my prev "banch" havent go off and here come the 2nd banch. how nice is my life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw bingin is not something ya can control, it just comes, without warning.  i didnt have this shit in the past!! i have total control over my appeitite, my studies, and . my life? maybe i'm ' occupied' in the past so i would feel so empty always?? maybe?? maybe i need to be occupied?? maybe i should just go and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my emcess speech halfway today, chem halfway, gems halfway.how i wish i binge halfway too. suppose to hit gym with steve after sch, but gems peeps meetin up to cont the proj. if i hit the gym , i wouldnt binge ...wouldnt binge. so whats the point lookin back on things now. move on with life you piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itune sucks to the core. not the functions but the shuffle options is like total crap. when i wished for nice fast groovy songs, i got slow romantic ones. and vice versa. so imagine this, when ya're down, sad, alone, you on this itune of yours, hopin tt you will have some nice slow songs?? and then it plays songs of greenday. orh man.  and when ya're pumped up,prepared to move to the groove, love me- colin rayes is played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally wet blacket. TOTALLYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever whatever whatever. ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113455125193823203?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113455125193823203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113455125193823203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113455125193823203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113455125193823203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/slap-me-once-slap-me-twice.html' title='slap me once, slap me twice.'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113438224108446541</id><published>2005-12-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:10:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diamonds don't bling in the dark</title><content type='html'>You see yourself in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiar &lt;br /&gt;But you afraid to open up your soul &lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't really know,  &lt;br /&gt;Who is, the person that's deep within &lt;br /&gt;Cause you are content with just being the name brand man &lt;br /&gt;And you fail to see that its trivial &lt;br /&gt;Insignificant, you addicted to material &lt;br /&gt;I've seen your kind before &lt;br /&gt;You the type that thinks souls is sold in a store &lt;br /&gt;Packaged up with inscence sticks &lt;br /&gt;With them vegetarian meals &lt;br /&gt;To you that's righteous &lt;br /&gt;You're fiction like books &lt;br /&gt;You need to go out to life and look &lt;br /&gt;'Cause what happens when they take your material &lt;br /&gt;You already sold your soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something to think about for this week. &lt;br /&gt;(i wanna wake up from this sweet nightmare)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113438224108446541?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113438224108446541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113438224108446541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113438224108446541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113438224108446541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/diamonds-dont-bling-in-dark.html' title='diamonds don&apos;t bling in the dark'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113418550459236654</id><published>2005-12-10T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:31:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OEI</title><content type='html'>rcently my friend blogg a pretty funny story. its about an affection between a lil' boy and a lil' girl. the story goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;:    This guy ah, apparantly, we thought that he was weirdly close to this particular girl, let's call her G lah. G for Girl. Sounds cool? =p I don't know, but somehow the chemistry between these 2 people is a little too strong, that I can't pretend i don't know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm always one of the first few to notice fishy stares and smiles among people. I spot scandalous smiles and looks like how I spot black spots over white sheets ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you're this guy, you'd definitely know I'm talking about you. And yes, everyone's talking about how scandalous you are too now. (: Really, if whatever the rumours are true, I'll only be here telling you, you deserve much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve someone that's independent, sporty, witty, sunshine, smart and pretty. (Sounds a little like me, no? WAHAHA! Kidding!!!) Because demure little doe-eyed girls can never be able to satisfy your craving for ultimate sports, to travel, to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely too much for her to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, c'mon la jac-jac. i bet the guy readin this will be heart broken - what scandalous, statisfying his desire. man if i'm the guy, i think he need a break. i think he just need someone to come home to, cook &lt;strong&gt;SLOGGY MAGGIE MEE&lt;/strong&gt; for him. aiya ppl can change mah. who knows what the edning would be. the lil' boy and lil' girl might try to acccomodate the needs of each other.  gee... i dont think i'm the guru of love( but defintely the guru of sex =)  ) so i just keep my two cents worth short.or maybe the lil' guy just mistaken the whole situation??  &lt;br /&gt;yepp bottom line : just find time to finally and sit down to do our emcees speech!!!!!!!! tt's D most important shit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113418550459236654?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113418550459236654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113418550459236654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113418550459236654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113418550459236654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/oei.html' title='OEI'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113414695475488032</id><published>2005-12-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:49:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life and what it should be</title><content type='html'>went p.s after skool with my class peeps. steve, mic, alpha, sand, tong and me. &lt;br /&gt;actually we went there with one main idea insight, that's to have dinner and get some idea stuff, but we came back with so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, getting some stuff, pondering whether to catch movie, which ended in chillin' at starsbuck. we kinda just talk about love life, phsical and emotional relationship and yea. not forgettin caramel, peppermint mocha. then we went to istana park for more chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted about supernatural stuff, and         life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seemms so minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin strange. but i'm lovin every moment of it. hahas, i think the feelin would soon be over, replaced by the ever-so mudane feelin crreated by the pseudo "real" life. hectic schedule, projects date due. but hey dont forget about tt feelin guys, and girl. no one can tell us what life actually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we all can casts away *things* we held onto dearly and talk about the ever so important, yet negelcted, life. we might oneday figure out the big WHY. gee if everything make no sense to you, it make no sense to us too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/Mountain-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/Mountain-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're there, in there. will your heart ache??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, till the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113414695475488032?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113414695475488032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113414695475488032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113414695475488032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113414695475488032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-and-what-it-should-be.html' title='life and what it should be'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113408549582484491</id><published>2005-12-09T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:44:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite food</title><content type='html'>aiight, i'm bored. chem lesson bein cancelled and i'm up so early. so i decided to do something stupid. hey if you;re feelin bored try this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------favourite food--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) THE most favourite food that topped my whole chart is...... SLOGGY MAGGIE MEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;man you must be thinkin that i'm one big f ckin idiot to fall in love to maggie mee, which is sloggy. but but i absoutley love it. i love maggie mee which is being boiled under low heat for a long long time( till its slogggy,, duh). oh yea, alongside with maggie meee, cauliflower, egg(whipped up in maggie mee), carrot, tomato is a must to my most fav mee. and of course all of 'em must be cooked to they are soft too. man, add in some lemon chilli( er dont know if you guys ate this b4) and stir it. let the steam fogg up your specs. and then you slurp the mee into your mouth, and just let 'em melt there. you dont even have to chew. really its faboulous!!   ( the way to my heart is cookin this for me. hhaas!! i love it to the extreme. gee why am i saying this?? so tt mum can cook for me?? oh please !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  the second thing that remain in my teaste bud is MANGO CAKE my friend made it for me. man i'm telling you, its darn nice. reallly swweeeeeeeeeeeetttttttt. its like... like.. man i've forgotten the taste man. hhas but i guess it would be a long time till i eat it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) aiight, milo powder with condense milk. eaten this faboulous food beofre?? oh well i guess not much ppl ate this before.( i only find a friend in linda till now) try it. its nice. sweet. very sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. tt's pretty much it for the topp three food. erm food that are made my me or my friend. yea. time for school. AWWWW f ck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113408549582484491?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113408549582484491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113408549582484491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113408549582484491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113408549582484491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/favourite-food.html' title='favourite food'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113403925003685924</id><published>2005-12-08T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:54:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton</title><content type='html'>oh well, today we went to hit some shuttles. man it remind me of how we use to played in the past, we're so obessed!! if su you're readin this, we do have to meet up and play again. i'm really gettin rusty. VERY rusty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i think i'm sick again. the fever just would go away. maybe its dengue shit. hahs. then i would get to skipp the tests!! yea. cheers for DENGUE. bless me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh shit. so many bloody tests comin up, and presentation, and projects. its killin me....   yea right, as if i care about those shit. i just cared about how to spend christmas, 30th dec, 31dec-1 jan, and taiwan project. oh yea, diving season's a few weeks, er.. or months away, man need to get in shape quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinkin of hittin the pool reall soon and try out my u/w camera, but lookin at my united states of belly (USB), it just put me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113403925003685924?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113403925003685924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113403925003685924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113403925003685924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113403925003685924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/badminton.html' title='badminton'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113371272197959391</id><published>2005-12-05T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:12:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/2005_376.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/2005_425.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113371272197959391?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113371272197959391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113371272197959391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113371272197959391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113371272197959391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113371152374443276</id><published>2005-12-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:52:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starry</title><content type='html'>oh well finally stars are showin up after their mysterious disappearance for days. anyway the night seems to clear up today and i finally found stars in the night sky. oh well. i still remeber the night i counted 21 shooting stars in the sky of southern china sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss stuffs like this. sunrise, sunset, stars, aurora( tt's my wish) are what i really love, much more than convertible, honda, mazda.. i'm feelin like a wuss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. things are always calm before the reall outbreak. i bet my bottom dollar that tml it will be pourin hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwan for new year.      =)     starry sky   deep blue pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm just some preview. most other good photos is being printed out and i deleted the softcopy. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/1600/2005_206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4727/1889/320/2005_168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113371152374443276?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113371152374443276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113371152374443276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113371152374443276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113371152374443276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/starry.html' title='starry'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113368055155720854</id><published>2005-12-04T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:15:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf ^^</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was out for a while with mic and i ate like 2 ice cream, peppermint of course, with bread and today some girl came knockin at my door and my mum bought 4 tubs of icecream : strawberry, corn, choc, vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sleepin when she bought those sinful stuff. oh yea, i was sleepin because i was trying to surpress the bingin monster inside of me. it's raging inside its cage. then i woke up after 15 mins of sleep, and &lt;strong&gt;unconsciously&lt;/strong&gt;, i took the corn flavour ice cream tub, sat down on my study table which prolly houses more spiders than what insect world have to offer, and started  eatin. just 15 MINS later i have finish my first tub of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again &lt;strong&gt;unknowingly&lt;/strong&gt;, i went on with the strawberry flavour. F CK IT. i'm so fucking mad with myself, i cant even write properly now,  damm i'm not even writing, i'm typing. ARHHH what the hell is wrong with me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113368055155720854?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113368055155720854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113368055155720854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113368055155720854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113368055155720854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/wtf.html' title='wtf ^^'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113352670651125006</id><published>2005-12-02T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:31:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dec??! bigg deal</title><content type='html'>yepps so this is it. 2 days into december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i'm totally loaded with things to do lar. this is so uncool man. totally leaving me breatheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;strong&gt;the things&lt;/strong&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;1) 21 days iternary for a trip in taiwan( gems for backpackin)&lt;br /&gt;2) emcess speech for food and funfair( some bullshit stuff)&lt;br /&gt;3) i think its time for me to start readin the notes. most of the teachers have at least cover 2-3 chapters of the notes.&lt;br /&gt;4) fuck ICA(in course assignment = CA1)is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; man after ICA i'm gonna rock the world. yea man!! i sense that cocoon is breakin =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things to accomplish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) FINALLy, hang out with su and the LADIES &gt; maybe in indochine, gloria work there, or playroom where su's the head of gigglo there =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) finally keeep my promise and go skating with alex. (of course with ally and gang. alexie remeber yar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) fcking trim my hair before birds make their nest in it. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) hang out with class peeps for christams(hopefully, if you guys see this, i WANNA BOOK YOU GUYS! yesh you!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) yes YESH. clubbin with jaccy. see how first man. i hate crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) meet up with mao mao and clinque who i didnt join for chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) meet up with so4 peeps. sorry man, i break my vow AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but its still a long way before christmas. christmas...............  hai. &lt;br /&gt;ala! fuck it lar.i'm just fucking gonna rott at home. and get even fatter.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be known as f.fat.f (fckin fat fuck) soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. the emcees stuff. see me and jacc are UNFORTUNATELy chosen to be hosts for a funfair for sp. and damm it, i think all seven school will be there. i just hope that those stingy buggers would just hang outside the auditorium and dont come in for the charity concert.&lt;br /&gt; man i hate speakin infront of crowd. confirm, chop halal, will have verbal diarrhoea. i think i'll defintely burp out words like "bloody hell, that's one f ckin good show" shitty hell . and YAR!! PLEASE DO COME TO SUPPORT US AIIGHT, YOU STINGY BUGGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. one funny incident today. and its for my class peeps. linda is one clumsy girl,she can even lose her slipper on the way to school. man what's wrong with her.   &lt;br /&gt;steven, aven and michael are great guys. geez. can i dont do DA DARE again?? and is it aven or steven who like kelly form dche 1b02?? hmmm... =) llalllaa. jaccy's a girl who got cramps by showin off too much. yepps that's all i can conclude for today. and nic got 2 days mc off. damm it &lt;br /&gt;christmas christmas.   black one huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113352670651125006?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113352670651125006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113352670651125006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113352670651125006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113352670651125006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/12/dec-bigg-deal_02.html' title='dec??! bigg deal'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113333519093910350</id><published>2005-11-30T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:19:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dec</title><content type='html'>This is my December,&lt;br /&gt;This is my time of the year...&lt;br /&gt;This is my December,&lt;br /&gt;This is all so clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my December,&lt;br /&gt;This is my snow covered home...&lt;br /&gt;This is my December,&lt;br /&gt;This is me alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that i didnt feel like there was something i missed&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Take back all the things i said to make you feel like that&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that i didnt feel like there was something i missed&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Take back all the things i said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I'd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give it all away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to have somewhere to go to...&lt;br /&gt;Give it all away,&lt;br /&gt;To have someone to come home to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my December,&lt;br /&gt;These are my snow covered trees...&lt;br /&gt;This is me pretending,&lt;br /&gt;This is all i need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linkin park  -my december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the lyrics. and if you're illiterate, please slap yourself stupid. hell you're stupid to begin with...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had always look forward to dec. its the festive season, with christmas, birthday, and new year. but c'mon, come back to reality. its a time where you face a great truth. truth that if you're spendin the above mentioned dates alone, you are one f cking loser. but i always have my classmates and SU,ZX,GLORIA to turn to. so that doesnt make me a loser right?? yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh hmm 2 years have past?? whatever, would not bother to count again.'cause i'm whole again!!! yea. but i'm still a fat.f ... ... ...dammm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113333519093910350?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113333519093910350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113333519093910350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113333519093910350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113333519093910350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dec.html' title='my dec'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113325679468707924</id><published>2005-11-29T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:33:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes yes yes, i'm shittin all over myself</title><content type='html'>hey guess what peeps, as i'm typin this i'm gobblin down slices of pizzASS and saying "what the f ck dude, i thought you're on a f king diet??!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight,i know what you gonna say infront of your your computer screen  ,"you're not that fat lar, talk shit only................but you're still fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you ever look at my sec 3, 4 photo, i bet my bottom buck that you will go "WOAH FAT FCUK!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really did put on weight. and its not one or two kilos, its a whopping 8-9 KG.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs i bet if my sec school friends see me on streets or if we hang out, they will not recongnise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, sometimes genes can be so stuck-up. let me name an example. SUTRISNO BIN KROMANIO(my bud) is 1.83 SHORT(hmph this my blogg su so shut up!! hahas), and he's a mean lean walking machine. while me, i'm just a 5"7' fat f ck with a 39" belly. how great can life be huh!! in short, the beauty of grace is it make life not fair. &lt;br /&gt;oh yea just to top it off, su is the president of student council in both dunearn and pjc, and is a 6 pointer, with lots of girls dying to stripp infront of him, bassist for zero infinity which prolly gonna rock local music market soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh whatever, i know i cant be perfect , but i just want to be perfect, errr make no cow sense right. YEA if you are feelin confuse now, you're havin my feeling when i listen to adurey do her chantings. so would you please do me a great favour of enlightenin me?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh why am i shitting all over myself?? cant keep promise i held to myself?? i'll try again. =) geez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if anyone feel offended, its not my fault. the f cking problem lie with you !! pardon me for my verbal diarrhoea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's just another mundane school day. but guess what jaccy made us cheeesy cake. man i tell you it rock. really. me and michael was like "eh you still want these shit anot?? aiyar dont want then f off lar!!" then we gobbled the chesse cakeSS down. AWW MAN, cheesecake rock man!! today we have RWP presentation and our grp: nicholas, jaccy, mic, fat.f( tt's me!!) have done no rehersal. but in the end we manage to get a nod from the GORGEOUS ms lim.(isit??) she young, pretty, great ber-dangs dangs( =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. thats the highlight of today. nothing else. show's over. bugger off arseholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113325679468707924?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113325679468707924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113325679468707924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113325679468707924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113325679468707924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-yes-yes-im-shittin-all-over-myself.html' title='yes yes yes, i&apos;m shittin all over myself'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113317369437360766</id><published>2005-11-29T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:28:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw YOU</title><content type='html'>man its been more than a week  since i last blog. arhh heck it anyway no soul gonna see this.  ...  ... YES    i can use this medium to screw anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another stuck-up day in school today. life still screwed for me. things just cant be better. i guess it will never be any better anytime soon, right?? yes you screw my life!!! i no longer recognise myself anymore. the reflection i see in the mirror no longer have any resemblance of myself.   F ck it! i just wanna be myself again, i wanna let go~ i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be reminded of the long waiting i been put through and still things goes down the drain. whatever. i'm just bullshittin arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back soon. inception of metamorphis will officially commence today. take this blow B TCH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113317369437360766?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113317369437360766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113317369437360766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113317369437360766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113317369437360766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/screw-you.html' title='screw YOU'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19146934.post-113249722847406088</id><published>2005-11-21T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:52:29.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>virgin post</title><content type='html'>so here i am, sittin infront of this platform which can probably cause myopia, writing about my life. i created this blog ages ago but didnt bother to post any journal on it cause i figure that no one would read my boring lines of words anyhow.=( i'm just a borin arse with my life totally srewed up, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sunday, which means normal &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;homo saipens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would hang out and simply have fun, but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea tt's right faggort- i'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chc yesterday with w-shan and steven. man it's a blast!! seriouslly, the serivce really cool.people sing, people dance and of course people preach. but i must say the sermon's really enrichin. chief pastor &lt;strong&gt;kong &lt;/strong&gt;told us about being single minded and focus on our goal. durin the sermon, pastor asked us to release the enemy/ hatred we been habourin- i let go ... at least i tried asshole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the serivce we have our dinner with the shan's cell group. its quite entertaining i must say. we went home after which. oh yea shan got this job that she introduce to me. its really cool. if you're lookin at this, thanks WING. if everything turn out fine i'll tell ya guys abt the job. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucks. to make matter worst, school on. damm it.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow its even week ,hopefully it will be a more relaxin one. yepps got to have supper and get fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19146934-113249722847406088?l=the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113249722847406088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19146934&amp;postID=113249722847406088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113249722847406088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19146934/posts/default/113249722847406088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-guy-next-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/virgin-post.html' title='virgin post'/><author><name>w-kIong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00034528486886427616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
