<?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-24257832</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:27:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>futurebarrister</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257832.post-115242350098598897</id><published>2006-07-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:38:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl flirting around during ndp rehearsals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl making a nuisance of themselves in chartereds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl associated with grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who stabs me in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who are playing a fool during serious stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who bootlicks others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl with no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who acts cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who goes around flirting with every guys they see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who presses the 'bus stop' button when there's no need for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who thinks scolding vulgarities are bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who tries to control me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who tries to gossip about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who never grows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl like grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who tries to break up my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who act as though they own this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who litters in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who types in sticky caps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who thinks i'm a pervet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who says others and they're worse then the person then they've spoke of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who believes in pre-maritial sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who thinks i'm homosexual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who are homosexual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who murders other ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl in immature countries like iraq, north korea, because of their leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who says im a gigolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who climbs over my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who think they're smart. e.g. weijie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who orders ppl around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who oogles at girls in the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who are girls but don't behave like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who scolds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who criticises my actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who thinks im stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ppl who thinks im emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers for being unable to teach well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers like shamima, zuraidah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers who cant teach at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers who scold students and never thought of their actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers who beats students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers who boss around students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers bootlicking to principals and bossing students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate guys who behaves like girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate tomboys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate school because teachers are slave drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate the school for treating students like slave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate human rights for only caring about africans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate terrorism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate suicide bombers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate tumours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate operations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate hospitals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate ahlians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate musuem of twits because they make fun of others to make themself look funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate saliva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate that guy from 212 for littering in the school field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate that teacher who always screams in class and give me a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate that teacher who scolds pupil when they've did nothing wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate that senior for bullying some other juniors in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate hypocrites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate immature adolescents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate teachers who scolds students for fun thinking he has all the authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate myself for not practising what i preach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115242350098598897?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115242350098598897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115242350098598897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115242350098598897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115242350098598897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-ppl-flirting-around-during-ndp.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115210696393253290</id><published>2006-07-05T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:42:43.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this world's fucked up and im sick of it. i'm ramming a wall, fukitol' __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115210696393253290?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-24257832.post-115210037206253277</id><published>2006-07-05T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:55:23.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLEASE, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, PASS ME YOUR NDP TICKETS IF YOU DO NOT NEED THEM! I SERIOUSLY NEED, ALOT. HELP A MAN, SAVE 7 PAGODAS, YEAH I KNOW IT'S WRONG PHRASE BUT YOU GET THE MEANING. SO, PLEASE, PASS ME YOUR NDP TICKETS IF YOU SERIOUSLY, DO NOT NEED THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so there's this thing called excel fest rehearsal tmr, and grats to horn!5 productions! :) our slides are miserable, yipee! yeah, die together we are going to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so there arent tablet lessons today, just some craps. i can't stand emo teachers with bad attitudes. they treat students like slaves. shouting at students because of your own pms? please, for the sake of mankind, find a wall, which aint hard, and ram as hard as possible into it, for the sake of mankind, just this once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c'mon la, art teacher was like that, new art teacher like that, english teacher also like that. what on earth is wrong in nh. it's like, you want me to be creative in a minute. oh, i'm supposed to like invent a new sex posture in like a second for you to rape yourself. damn. don't expect ideas pouring out of my brain that often. i need keys to unlock my extremely smart brain. i lack keys, that's why i LOOK dumb. just LOOK, not for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then peter pan also emo. this must shout that must shout, nothing else to say then blame students. okay, so peter pan asked to do a compre for homework. he just said, DO EVERYTHING IN THAT DAMN EOY. okay, instruction followed. holiday come back, homework done, teacher nothing to say then say, WHERE'S YOUR SUMMARY DRAFT?! __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH PHUCK, the paper didnt specify me to do any draft. it's like asking me. HEY GUANZHI, PLEASE KEEP YOUR TOILET PAPERS AFTER YOU'VE WIPED YOUR SHITS ON IT, I WANT THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people do summary drafts, but the problem is, who will bother to keep them? i use them to feed my bin, sir. can't blame me, my bin's every hungry, just like the nanhua spirit, every-ready! hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm so bored of emo teachers. and i'm so tired of homeworks that's causing me to burn midnight oil, wasting CRUDE OIL. so you see, we're advised NOT to waste resources, by doing homework, we're actually wasting resources, alot of them, in an indirect way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;teacher gives student worksheet, worksheet comprises of staplets, paper, ink. resources used, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3++. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;student cannot complete homework, brings homework home and burns midnight oil, oil wastage, resources wasted, extremely expensive and going to be EXTINCT oil. depleted, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not to mention the student has to waste energy carrying the homework back home, wasting food energy, and not to mention the weight that's adding on to the pupil's bag, still wasting food energy, and the transport that the student's gonna take takes up petroleum too, wasting oil, and the aircon in buses/mrt, wastage of petrol, and the student takes out ez-link and tap, wastage of electricity, another form of oil, coal or whatever used to generate the electricity, and not to mention water to cool down those stuffs, or used in aircons or both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all these cause students to waste sooo much resources when we're doing homework, so why should we kill mother earth? down with homework, down with projects, lol lol loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/24257832-115210037206253277?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115210037206253277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115210037206253277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115210037206253277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115210037206253277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-everybodyplease-for-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115201444534276110</id><published>2006-07-04T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T05:04:19.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPEAL for ndp tickets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;PLEASE, PASS ME AL' YOUR NDP PREVIEW TICKETS IF YOU DO NOT NEED THEM. WE DON'T WANT TO WASTE ANY TICKETS AND I NEED ALOT OF TICKETS, SO, PLEASE, IF YOU DO NOT NEED THEM, PLEASE, JUST PASS THEM TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I KNOW I'M CUTE, BUT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GIVE UP YOUR TICKETS MEANT FOR YOUR FAMILY AND PASS THEM TO ME, THANKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH LAOPOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I check my handphone every minute, just to see if there's any msg or calls from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I check my email everyday, just to see if you've sent me any mails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stare at your pics at home, in school, just to see your beautiful face! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahaha. the school's exploiting me. i'm in school for more then 12 hours everyday. working non-stop. even my shoes are getting torn, if my shoes cant stand it, i don't see why i can stand this horrible schedule i have.and at this rate, i'm probably going to die even before my operation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow, when i look at your pic, i get energy! maybe that's what redbull does eh. gives me wings and make me fly to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's pbl was confusing. i was too tired to think of anything. 56 hours without sleep's killing me. i'm going down, down, down below hell soon. i just cant figure out anything during pbl, and that sucks. head's so giddy, eye's so droopy, damn, this al' sucks. best part was, whatever my group did turnt out wrong, and charmaine had to give an impromtu speech, that's bad. i'm too sleepy to think of anything already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've since used up all my energy during table tennis. i can hardly walk, my bones feel like shattering. there're aches all over, not to even mention standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that i've reached home, i'm waiting for you to get online before i'll go offline and sleep...i'm such a block of wood, dont you think :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115201444534276110?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115201444534276110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115201444534276110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115201444534276110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115201444534276110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/07/appeal-for-ndp-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115193838418843740</id><published>2006-07-03T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:53:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PASS ME YOUR NDP TICKETS IF YOU DONT NEED THEM. I NEED ALOT. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115193838418843740?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115193838418843740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115193838418843740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115193838418843740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115193838418843740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/07/pass-me-your-ndp-tickets-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115176748701356817</id><published>2006-07-01T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:24:47.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh! Sian la, everything so screwed up today. Not synchronized at all. I scared until want faint le. Then after SYF i went sot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, when we ran out and should be crossing over, no one crossed over, only my row crossed...then after that, when we already reached the other side, people there just started. Damn la. Then red marker problem solved le, everyone bothered to listen to me, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But formation 3 got problem la...no one bothers to find their own marker, tell you le is JJxx, you go stand on grass...__ sia. When we're supposed to sway the flags at formation 3, everyone goes in different direction, so messy, see le also messy diao le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This problem also say alot of times le, in front and behind just do opposite direction can le ma...in front sway to right first of course standing row sway left, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ah doi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to the formation 4, then we're supposed to do the swing flag thing and say 'HO!HO!HO!' But dont know who so extra, why move to the back? Just stay at your own marker ma...make behind people move back also, look like we not in unison...then i keep moving back, my leg dont even have time to bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best part, i tore my left tendon again after it finally healed after 1&amp;1/2 day, damn. Supposed to get balloons for finale, then my friend all run away le never wait for me, in the end i have to walk all the way to gate 3 myself! I don't like the balloon sia, make me feel like floating...to make sure it doesn't fly away, i had to tie it around my palms 4 rounds, and tie 'em all up, in the end finale i keep swishing it to release, then camera go take me...i keep appearing on the big screen de, disfigured le still show me, '....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloons keep hitting my face...........................when i was running, and i kept having those strings in my mouth.....................whats up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SYF had kfc sponsored meal, SHROOMS BURGER WITH NO SHROOMS, LOLS. It's like the theory of, 'UNCLE, LAOPEH WAN BUY CHICKEN RICE, BO CHICKEN BO RICE BO CUCUMBER, OKAY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, KFC wuliao la, want sponsor, then sponsor something better la! Why make everybody feel like boycotting you after your sponsorship, no brain de la KFC management, hire those people to become wastrel nia, no wonder need so many company merge together to fight 1 restaurant. Pizza hut not so stingy also....lol. Same company thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SYF, then i know, OH SHIT, I'M ON CHNNL 5! __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only funny thing that happen'd was, the cameraman only took teresa, and neglected zhiyang, hahahahaha. I see big-screen, how come only got teresa de, OH YES, my flag was blocking teresa's face, say HI TO MY FLAGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end it all, today sucked la! Lol, damn la, tmr still have rehearsal, monday dont know got anot! Ms Yeo la! The paper write 3rd July rehearsal, then 3rd July is youth day rehearsal what shit?! Sunday take le, Youth day also take? Wtf is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noes, anyone care to give me a recorded dvd of syf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115176748701356817?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115176748701356817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115176748701356817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115176748701356817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115176748701356817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/07/eh-sian-la-everything-so-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115165710121913329</id><published>2006-06-30T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:45:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, you want me to blog, here i go. But beware, I'm a grossfvck afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see myself preparing for a homemade mini operation...the aluminium-like stuff with many lines on it, those are something like needles for blister poppin' action!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bottle is filled with bacteria killing stuff to make things sterile...and the aluminium rectangular stuff with that white sheet in it, that's something like antibiotics for the leg...cotton buds are rather obvious...and those brown packs, they're filled with stuffs you don't wanna know. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's image no. 2,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That stuff's the needle i was talking about, popping my own blister to make pus leak out. Actually, i came up with that idea...of popping blisters, drying them, wrapping em up and letting em dry. It's the fastest way of curing a blister and ensuring that it doesn't hurt...i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, for the last grossfvck picture,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The needle's in my blister! That's scissors, used to cut away excessive skin...hahahaha, now you know i'm gross, so stop asking me to blog! I'm busy with many operations, gagagaga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asta la vista, there, Italian for BYEBYE, according to ahem*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115165710121913329?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115165710121913329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115165710121913329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115165710121913329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115165710121913329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-you-want-me-to-blog-here-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115165628399020632</id><published>2006-06-30T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:31:24.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr's the big day; i'm going to screw everything up.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about performing in front of 40, 000 people makes my stomach filled with fluttering butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to screw everything up and fall down like what i did during NDP rehearsal CR1. I fell, and dragged others along with me, lol. Embarrassing sight eh. With make-up, i think i'll screw up even more. I don't think it'll be fun, i'm already suffering from the stomach cramps when i think about tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...I've since sprained my left ankle, got 8 blisters on both foot of which 6 burst, 2 tore tendons and no sleeps from the rehearsals. Maybe. You'll be saying, 'Oh, he's so weak, training makes him rot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've 1 more SYF ticket to give away, anyone needs them? I'll be on till 12am, perhaps, send me an email or msn me if you're on my list, then i'll pass you the tik. It's &lt;a href="mailto:oc3anblue@hotmail.com"&gt;oc3anblue@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About tmr, i'll just treat it as a nightmare, the thought of performing in the stadium gives me the creeps. Thou somehow, i like the stadium for no apparent reason. Maybe I've wasted too much of my life there, just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115165628399020632?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115165628399020632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115165628399020632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115165628399020632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115165628399020632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/tmrs-big-day-im-going-to-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115140764350561627</id><published>2006-06-27T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T04:28:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Save me from this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn; i'm going to fall from these crazy stuff nan hua's giving to it's pupils. bullshit dosages. lower secondary freaks are poor things. i'm suffering from serious blister explosive 1000x! in human terms, it means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, I'VE GOT 8 BLISTERS, 2 ON MY LEFT LEG, 2 ON MY RIGHT LEG AND EACH OF THOSE EXISTING BLISTERS HAVE ANOTHER BLISTER IN IT. OH YEAH, 4 BLISTERS POPPED, I JUST BURST 3 TODAY DURING TABLE TENNIS TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck. why's this happening. blisters? how 'bout tearing your own tendons at syf rehearsals? that'll be so cool aye! whoo, i'm the coolest guyyyy on earth, i've tore my tendons, burst my blisters, and i run faster then you! NOT forgetting that thing stuck in my knee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, i'm so proud of myself. i feel so...lucky today, during maths, that is. (: why? speak no evil, all of you =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you aint seeing aint no evil, hearing aint no evil and shitting no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH, +PLOX, no commentssss on my hair thanks. I DIDNT CUT IT. I LOST 'EM IN THE SUBWAY, OKAY? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my eyes are going to be gone, smaller, smaller, POOF THEY'RE GONE HOO! i'm sleeping like 2 hours everyday.................obviously not my fault, again, it's NANAHUGA'S fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOES, I'M GONNA DIE, BAIBAI! ^_^v &lt;-- GAY SIGN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115140764350561627?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115140764350561627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115140764350561627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115140764350561627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115140764350561627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/save-me-from-this-place-heaven-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115107775539070857</id><published>2006-06-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:49:15.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tout seul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu t'en iras tout seul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coeur ouvert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A l'univers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poursuis ta quête &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sans regarder derrière &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N'attends pas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que le jour &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se lève&lt;br /&gt;Suis ton étoile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Va jusqu'où ton rêve t'emporte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un jour tu le toucheras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si tu crois si tu crois si tu crois &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;En toi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suis ta lumière &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N'éteins pas la flamme que tu portes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au fonds de toi souviens-toi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que je crois que je crois que je crois &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;En toi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY HAVE YOU MADE ME SO INCREDIBLY DASHING THAT I'VE BECOME SERIOUSLY OBESSED WITH MYSELF?! I'M LIKE THE DASHING-IEST GUY I'VE EVER SEEN IN THIS WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE BEING SO-UBER DASHING? I CANT HELP BUT FIND MYSELF EXCEEDINGLY DASHING! OF COURSE, NOT FORGETTING IM UBER-YANDAO, WHICH HAS THE SAME MEANING, BUT OF COURSE, BOTH WORDS ARE WORDS THAT DESCRIBES ME BEST, I MEAN LIKE, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALISE I HAVE GROWN TO BE MORE HANDSOME THEN I SHOULD BE! OH MY BUDDHA, I DONT REALISE I'M SO DASHING. SOMEHOW I HAVE A FEELING MY POST MIGHT BE FEATURED ON THE EVER NOTORIOUS MUSUEM OF TWITS, BUT NEVERMIND, LET THEM SUAN ME FOR ALL I CARE, OH GAWD, YOU MUST SAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU DOING UP THERE? HAVE ANY VACANCIES FOR 3? IM GONNA MURDER THE NEXT 3 PEOPLE WHO MAKES ME THE SPOTLIGHT OF THEIR BLOG GO UP HEAVEN! AINT I KIND, GAWD? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115107775539070857?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115107775539070857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115107775539070857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115107775539070857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115107775539070857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/tout-seul-tu-ten-iras-tout-seul-coeur.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>a guy came to my blog and said i was emo. i took my gun and shot him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081939715843508?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081939715843508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081939715843508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081939715843508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081939715843508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/guy-came-to-my-blog-and-said-i-was-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115081921054375998</id><published>2006-06-20T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:00:10.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw a cup and i tried to drink from it. but there was no water and i threw the cup out of the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081921054375998?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-24257832.post-115081917430865784</id><published>2006-06-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:59:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was walking when i saw a pencil. i picked it up and drew a line across my fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081917430865784?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081917430865784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081917430865784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081917430865784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081917430865784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-walking-when-i-saw-pencil.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115081914201754231</id><published>2006-06-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:59:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went on the net and saw some links. i did not click them cause they told me not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-24257832.post-115081909489149924</id><published>2006-06-20T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:58:14.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i looked out my window and realised no one was walking outside my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081909489149924?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081909489149924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081909489149924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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brightly. i screamed and jumped off the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081905090111350?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081905090111350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081905090111350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081905090111350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081905090111350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-looked-at-clock-and-it-showed-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115081899861279623</id><published>2006-06-20T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:56:38.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noticed i left my guitar on the living room floor. i decided to leave it where it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081899861279623?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081899861279623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-24257832.post-115081896480339226</id><published>2006-06-20T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:56:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the room was quiet and i rammed my head against the wall to make some noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081896480339226?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081896480339226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081896480339226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115081890012077530</id><published>2006-06-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:55:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw a coin on the floor and i picked it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081890012077530?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081890012077530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed the tagboard and made it look stupid, then screamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081885103548987?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081885103548987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081885103548987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081885103548987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115081885103548987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-changed-tagboard-and-made-it-look.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115081882691309013</id><published>2006-06-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:53:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was holding a clinical thermometer to test the temperature in my room. it showed 29 degrees, i screamed and burnt my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081882691309013?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-24257832.post-115081873346062249</id><published>2006-06-20T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:52:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was sitting on a chair when i saw the ndp schedule. i picked it up and tore it and praised myself for being so hardworking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081873346062249?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115081873346062249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115081873346062249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-115081853810022003</id><published>2006-06-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:48:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was standing in my room when i saw this cute little switch hanging on the wall. i pressed the switch, the lights went off. i screamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115081853810022003?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-24257832.post-115061856083161487</id><published>2006-06-18T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:16:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO DO HOMEWORK BUT NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT HOMEWORK WE HAVE T.T!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-115061856083161487?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/115061856083161487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=115061856083161487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115061856083161487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/115061856083161487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-do-homework-but-no-one-tells.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114977990566118485</id><published>2006-06-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:18:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here to play this childish thing called blawging. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my voice on the video journalism thingy is gonna suck,&lt;br /&gt;OW I SOUND LIKE A SISSY . and i look retard in it . phail plung hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...suck at blawging. so, adios babeh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Desktop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HORNYYYYY HOOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114977990566118485?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114977990566118485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114977990566118485' title='0 Comments'/><link 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;just felt like typing FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&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/24257832-114930354482677652?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114930354482677652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114930354482677652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114930354482677652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114930354482677652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuck-just-felt-like-typing-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114930350315630275</id><published>2006-06-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:58:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cudn't go ndp, my leg was in a horrendous state. fuck that blister, and my mother keeps blaming me for getting a blister, wassup with that, i fucking want to get a blister? doubt it. just fucking spare a thought for me, and stop your fucking chants, i hate fucking chants. you fucking keep scolding me, you fucking didn't fucking find out what's the fucking fuck cause, you fucking say everything out, fucking didn't care about any fucking consequences. you fucking say things without fucking using your brains, you're fucking dumb. fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit, everything in this world is bullshit. fuck this whole world. all the miseries must fucking happen on me. now i'm handicapped, who's fucking responsible, fucker. i cant even fucking walk properly, and you're fucking blaming me for that. c'mon, get a life, you're fucking telling me a fucking handicap can fucking walk like a fucking normal man? fuck you man. you fucking suck. go fuck a wall, dont come fucking me, i hate your fucking attitude, fuck everything, fuck this shit. I HATE FUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114930350315630275?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114930350315630275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114930350315630275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114930350315630275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114930350315630275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cudnt-go-ndp-my-leg-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114925773380499575</id><published>2006-06-02T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:15:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/blister-end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/blister-end.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end product of teh fucking blister ^_^v. feel free to puke anywhere at your house. FVCK PAINFUL AHHHHHHHHH __&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114925773380499575?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114925773380499575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114925773380499575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114925773380499575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114925773380499575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-product-of-teh-fucking-blister-v.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114924510567935671</id><published>2006-06-02T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:53:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, seems like i'm getting unluckier as days go by. i'm not changing my skin till i've got a free day to make one. i'm fully booked this holiday...that is. it was supposed to be a rollerblading trip today, but im the only one skating, no point. went library instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before reaching library, i went in popular to have get a glance of what's inside. the first thing that attracted my attention? this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/dan-copymeows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what are those? well, they're books. what books? well, they're books that have no sense of creativity, i despise these authors. why? they're using this chance to earn more money using the fame from da vinci code wrytten by dan brown. after da vinci code came out hawt, copymeow authors begin their writing or 'break the da vinci code', 'knights of templar', 'the holy grail.' c'mon, get a lyfe man. and some thick skin authors even have the cheek to put ' TOTALLY UNAUTHORISED. ' fucking hell, they still have the cheek to put this, whoa, proud of it eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after leaving pop, obviously was the library. yeah...and 4 boys were busy scribbling homework...mr ng tortue students t.t! 16 questions...we took 1 hour 30min to finish 5 questions, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/library-hw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lmao, i tou pai de.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and out of boredom, SOMEONE wrote this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/gene%26qin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and of course, THIS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Horn%215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bored seh. then see what px, grace and jialin at the library la. wah you all so scared for what wor, go past me must run wor, like i will rape you wor wor. i wolf you red riding hood le right wor, scared until like this, zzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed off to clarence's house to play bball after that. we HAD fun, until those condo guys came and play bball, fvck seh, they so rough. i'm telling you, a kid the height of 130cm can fvcking push me down and make me injured, rough right. all spoiled la, fucking stubborn, think the ball must be in their hand, then see me get ball, that fucking kid try to push me down, fuck you la, i never wear shoes okay, cheebong floor so slippery you push me for what, i see you small never taupok you ah, cheebai fvck. then those short short cheebai, keep pushing me, until i tio 5 blisters, 3 on left foot, 2 on right foot. eh cheebais, i not wearing anything on my feet, and this is just a game, no need so serious la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know you want sex your fvcking mother will give you, that's why you so spoilt, doesn't mean that you can fvcking push and kill and murder someone to get what you want right. knn you want fuck wall right, i give you wall, you fuck wall. knn, see my blister, so red le.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiyah...fucking blogger dont lemme upload, blogger sucks la, so many bugs, blog blog also sian le, zzz, want see click the link yourself la, blister nia. bigger then ur thumb de blister nia ma. aiyoh. sad case la, even photobucket also mantainence, FUCK THIS WORLD LA, EVERYTHING ALSO OPPOSE ME, KNNBCCBKPKB __ %^&amp;*^%^&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.tinypic.com/11h5cas.jpg"&gt;http://i2.tinypic.com/11h5cas.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- knn tiny pic link la cheebong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye, then i had to limp home, not possible la. those fucking sbs or what smrt shit dont want build a bus stop in front of my house, knn la. 100k sgd to build one stop nia what, build build also happy right, everyday how many million people take your transport, you one little busstop also no money build wor, you go fuck wall la, my school in front no bus stop, my house no bus stop FUCK THIS WORLD LA KNN. i tio tumour, i broke my thumb, i tio 5 blister, i so poor, i no money for this, i no money for that, i dont want get money from parents, fuck this world, AND I MEAN FUGGGG THIS WORLDDDD. knn singapore government everything tax tax tax, gst also must tax, I GO TOILET SHIT YOU TAX ME $100 PER PIECE OF SHIT THAT COME OUT FROM MY RECTUM LA, KNN FVCK YOU LA. fugging fugg this fugging world. tmr still got ndp, fvck la. knn fking government want ndp u go run urself la, ask students go, ask for perfection, you think everything like you, ass so round meh! i dare you, nxt yr ndp, WHOLE GAHMEN BOARD GO UP NDP RUN AND HOST THE WHOLE NDP PARADE URSELF WORS. i see you all dance like rabbits, run like idiots, that's what we're doing wor. knn, we help u do ndp, we get scolding from teacher, i got tumour, i FUCKING SKIPPED MY OPERATION JUS TO RUN FOR THIS FUCKING NDP AND WHAT I GET? A FUCKING SCOLDING FROM EVERY FUCKING TEACHER, FUCKING NOT JUS ME, FUCKING IT'S THE WHOLE BATCH, FUCKING YOU COMPLAIN WE NOISY, YOU QUIET AH? FUCK YOURSELF LA. fuck fuck fuck, I LOVE SCOLDING FUCK LEH, HOW SIA, YOU DONT WANNA READ U FUCK OFF, FUCK YOU IF YOU FLAME ME FOR MY FUCKS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that taxi i took...stupid uncle...dont know how to drive to my house, act smart, i say ' *^%*&amp; ', he drive me to army camp leh! PUA CHEEBAI EH. KNN I LOOK LIKE RECRUIT SIBO. FUCK YOU LA.  then go home i fugging pissed, he took away all my money for taxi fares, add extra $10++ leh! FUG LA. uncle, I'LL RMB YOU DE, I MEAN WHAT I SAY, AND I'LL PUBLISH YOUR NAME.if you meant to cheat me, may satan take your soul and boil it in his cauldron, if you dont mean it, then sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;driver plate - SHA9530C ( BUY 4D AH!! ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;knn city cab got good drivers seh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye, i tio scolding from my mama seh, cause i tio blister, songbo? like i wan tio blister liddat wor? knn you think tio blister veh fun wor. say what why play bball dont wan wear shoe? knn my shoe so fugging small how to wear wor, my other shoe also not for bball, wear what shit? talk so much...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at this rate holidays are going, im going to fugging kill walls, KILL, MURDER WALLS, walls are so irritating, knn. physical barrier leh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i uncivilised barbarian leh, come fuck me norh :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh, everything in this world sucks. so fugg this world pl0x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114924510567935671?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114924510567935671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114924510567935671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114924510567935671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114924510567935671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh-seems-like-im-getting-unluckier.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114900656998160713</id><published>2006-05-30T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:29:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm starting to love a filled up holiday schedule (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skating 250km in 6 days...on roads, on airport runways, in parks, bla.&lt;br /&gt;waking at 5am everyday...sleeping at 3am...almost everyday, nice life i lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114900656998160713?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114900656998160713/comments/default' 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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-24257832.post-114882775835064830</id><published>2006-05-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T07:49:18.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging is childish. baibai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114882775835064830?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114882775835064830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114882775835064830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114882775835064830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114882775835064830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-is-childish.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114863002556983140</id><published>2006-05-26T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:53:45.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/Me-2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Me-2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hey girl ! this blog &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be down for a &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; days {im making ae skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;i wanna catch your wave, dud&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wanna some click5 songs, aye! &lt;em&gt;send me if you have click5 songs :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damndamndamn, click5 songs are really catchy, i cant concentrate on typing, it makes me moveeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get my idea, i'mma straight failer. i fail subjects like there's no tomorrow. and yes i'm &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; in class, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no questions, no comments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if a man was to jump from a landed property, would he die? someone try it out fer me, i dont wanna jumpppa. whoo, yer die, yer prob, aint mine, nono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ndp rehearsals really suck, no comments on this too. i hate negative comments, i wanna block some cool guys or girls who give me negative comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate breaking one of my body parts during tuesdays and thursdays too. it's been like this for the past 2 weeks. i've broken 2 knees, once on the left, twice on the right. i've broken my thumb, i've sprained my ankle. all on tuesdays and thursdays, when i have trainings. table tennis trainings. and it makes me look stupid while playing table tennis. i hit the ball and one of my human anatomy starts acting up. and there goes an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;ungraceful style of playing. hooo! it'll have ae after-effect of making me look retarded, no offence to retards.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/PINKMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/PINKMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ndp trainings. with mud. yeah, mud. mud aint scary. my parts breaking are. i'm gonna have a fugging hole in ma wallet soon. breaking at least 2 parts per week aint fun yeah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;childrens, when you turn 16, please dont dream, random sentence in the middle of nowhere, hoooo !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there's this thing called parent-teacher meet meet session, which is utterly &lt;em&gt;pointless. &lt;/em&gt;when imma say pointless, i mean pointless. what's the point of meeting up each other with both parties lying thru their teeth. it's just a waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's funny how a human can change the meaning of words, isnt it? from&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yoyoyo wassup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; your father told me to spank your cute little butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOAWHOAWHOA!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; human mind works wonders! mdm leong is just so nice, treating the whole class pizza, but ending up treating only s&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(i/e)&lt;/span&gt;x peeps. yeahhh, get the i/e thing? no? yes? yes? no? good if yer got it, sad if you didn't. hahahhaha!! seems like students dont like treats eh ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm so bored right now, right this moment, and right now, i'm deciding whether i should remember this horrible experience with ndp, a/i told us to remember this honour. but i was thinking...isn't it more an honour for ndp cause i'm in it? dont you all agree with me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sighsighsigh, no prettaye chiobus these few days. only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RACHEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eh! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey girl, i wanna catch your wavee, hey girl, i wanna drift away WITH YOU! hey girl, you've got a uhhum soul. hey girl hey girl hey girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114863002556983140?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114863002556983140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114863002556983140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114863002556983140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114863002556983140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-girl-this-blog-might-be-down-for.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114829493198490775</id><published>2006-05-22T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T03:48:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously changing my skin into something gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate mondays. there's chemistry in a monday. i hate chemistry. the teacher'd go around chanting scriptures and bitching about what is covalent bonding and what's ionic bonding...then at the end of the lesson, there'd be a test. It's all typical chemistry teacher behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periods at monday sucks. periods as in 1/2 hour time periods, not your menses. Bio teacher absent, PE teacher absent, it's...boring. sigh sigh sigh, time's running slower and slower day by day. It was better when i was still a retard, now i know more then you, it doesn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was interclass, and we lost! Yippee! Zippee! And i'm tired, so byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114829493198490775?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114829493198490775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114829493198490775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114829493198490775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114829493198490775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-seriously-changing-my-skin-into.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114814155149020881</id><published>2006-05-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:12:31.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was supposed to go to this 'physician' that would help me solve the problem with my leg. Yeah, his clinic was so fvcking far, my father took 1 hour to get there. That place is like a total mess, turns here, turns there. Upon reaching that area then did my father realise it's just behind Lion City Hotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There the physician told me about my leg condition, but unexpectedly, my leg was in a much more serious condition then what the senior consultant at Singapore General Hospital doctor told me! And now that 'physician' applied some stuff to my leg, making me practically unable to bend my fvcking leg, and it hurts like fvck. The only great thing about that visit is i saw a chiobu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hummmmm...Chio-O-Meter says 84% chiobu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that physician placed a support on my knee to support my joint, obviously. And the payment was exorbitant, as expected. SG Gahmen should subsidise our medical fees by 100% at the rate they're taxing us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rushed off to JE library afterwards, where horn!5 productions is supposed to do a script, composition, and story-boarding for a course called - Video Journalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The composition i made was total crap. And so we wasted our lyfes at the library, which totally sucked. The tables were so sucky there were rocking at the slightest movements made! There was wireless there, but you're charged $6 per hour for JUST the wireless, what the fvck? If you're providing such services, just let it go FOC. Why waste? You'd rather let the money fly away then to let us use? Oh, you're paying the wireless by use how much pay how much? Just fvcking use the unlimited wireless thingy. It's not like SG Gahmen don't have the money for that eh! If the library is a place for resources and reading, i don't see why internet is the pariahs of our resources! It's like the wireless is a glass panel away from we users. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tax, tax, tax, that's the only thing Gahmen can do? Fvck it! People sell Mercs $20 000 you sell $200 000. Tax so much sia! Make me no marney buy mercs i heartbreak seh! Then next time i go out work only $1 500 per month for fresh graduate. I now sec sch cham liao so i go work only $200 a month la! Wah kau, $200 a month, mercs $20 000 i also cannot buy sia! Even salary also got problem, singapore not first world la, fifth world already! The term first-world can only be used by people with too much money. $$ makes the universe grow big. It's like no difference from Russia don't know how many thousand years ago. Singapore ruled under one ruler we all know who called the Tsar! Whereby the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer ( e.g. ME )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then one day some joker will wryt a book to stop all these and rebel will start, then soldiers all 'zhao fan' come commoner side then someone have to step down. Then history will repeat itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next stop was ZIXIN's house where we finished SOME of the work. Horn!5 productions members were either MU-ing or DotA-ing. Only I am GUAI enough to do the work! HEH. Played some bball afterwards where i found out i can run! WHOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My leg hurt after running, thou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And currently the girl with the highest rating on CHIO-O-METER IS 93%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SORRY, she's not from SEC 2, nor is she YOUNGER THEN sec TWO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114814155149020881?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114814155149020881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114814155149020881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114814155149020881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114814155149020881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/was-supposed-to-go-to-this-physician.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114796349852592304</id><published>2006-05-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:44:58.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahahaha!!! I found this really funny stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;English has to be one of the hardest languages to understand. Read the paragraph below and try to understand the meaning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two individuals proceeded towards the apex of a natural geologic protuberance, the purpose of their expedition being the procurement of a sample of fluid hydride of oxygen in a large vessel, the exact size of which was unspecified. One member of the team precipitously descended, sustaining severe damage to the upper cranial portion of his anatomical structure; Subsequently the second member of the team performed a self rotational translation oriented in the same direction taken by the first team member. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In plain English what does this translate to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;source: ebaums&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114796349852592304?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114796349852592304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114796349852592304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114796349852592304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114796349852592304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahahaha-i-found-this-really-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114795391851629825</id><published>2006-05-18T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T05:05:18.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;fvck, i broke my knee during NDP rehearsal !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NDP rehearsal sucks- totally. The field had to be really muddy at the area with mats. Some stupid, retarded and immature adolescent had to make the muddy water sip up the mats and make the whole mat slippery, which made me almost fell when i was running to my next marking, fvck it. It's a good thing there are nice mats covering the muddy outcast'd field, but people like them are ruining it. Dude, if you're not running there, space a fvcking thought for people running there, it's bloody stupid, you made me fvcking limp home, arse. Go home and fvck the wall, for goodness sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flag bearers are really poor things, unlike the slackers in the middle, those carrying the boards. They just have to hold a damn board and do their dance, which of course, sucked like shit. The tap dances are as good as stomping the floor without any rhythm or steps. Those people just had to stomp here and there like retarded warts trying to beg their mummy for a dildo. Damn, and we flag bearers, running across the field like mad cows, and the timing given is so fast, the field has a very pathetic terrain, with occassional bumps and bottomless pits, it's not a suprise that sometimes you'll just fall straight into a fvcking hole. Therefore, our speed had to be very fast yet slow, meaning, you suck if you couldn't do that. Furthermore, we had to omit some dance steps and run straight away to the next marking without any notice, by the time we reached our markings, the beat was already over, fvck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some jokers from the 672 students of the dancers did some really &lt;em&gt;funny &lt;/em&gt;shits while the dance was being rehearsed. Examples like, fvcking themselves in the middle of a field, making their t-shirts wet, trying to make a porn movie, and throwing fvcken bottles filled with water up the sky and hitting their faces with it. Retards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fvck, those slackers can run to get water without their A/S scolding them, our A/S had to tell our I/C(s) to get 2 cups of water to be shared among all the guys and girls, with 1 cup for the whole bunch of guys/girls in that particular group, fvck. Really pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was still a nice part though, everyone rebelled. Heh. Ms Yeo, the 'I/C' said, ' If you people don't keep quiet now, you will have to stay back, i don't mind keeping all of you back until 2! I have all the time in the world! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone clapped and cheered, whooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like this total idea of clapping and cheering for a teacher when she/he makes such a remark, it's really nice! And she went to dig a hole in the ground and hid like a ostrich, bleah. It's a good thing, cause Ms Yeo always thinks she have all the authority in the world, scolding us for everything we do. In her mind, nanhuarians are all uncivilised, uncouth, unrefined barbarians. We'll prove her right as nanhuarians! Hugahugahuga...Hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flag bearers are really poor things, we had to skip our recess for NDP, while the 672 people can have their recess 27 more minutes, and have 30 minutes just to get their props, which is made of gold, it's so precious, they took so long to get it, whoa! Flag bearers only took 5 minutes to collect their props! Eat snake, eat time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time the whole rehearsal ended, my leg was already half-swollen. And i had to skip my t.tennis session because of that! Fvck! I've already missed 2 sessions in 2 weeks! Once because i was sick, and i'm still sick since last week! The second time was this! At this rate, i'll get kicked! Damn! Worse, I don't have any M/C to produce. 'Cause i hate visiting doctors. Fvck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even if i didn't break my leg, i still can't go for practice anyway, i left my bat at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried to sleep after reaching home, but when i was about to sleep, i heard this song that goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When roses are red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i remember your menses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the grasses are green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i remember your bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the skies are blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i remember your panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when i see brown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to shit on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That spoiled my day...and sleep, for some reasons. Hahahaha!! Don't ask me where this song came from, this nice red car was parking outside my house, and the owner of the car had to make his music at full-blast while leaving his car window open, and he's not in the car. Guess he loves entertaining people, EH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114795391851629825?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114795391851629825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114795391851629825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114795391851629825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114795391851629825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/fvck-i-broke-my-knee-during-ndp.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114784936390991340</id><published>2006-05-16T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:02:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;What can better then to have your pants drop in the middle of a pasar malam, and to have math 7 periods a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;actually, nothing could be better then that, ae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pants i've bought today, size 34, failed on me. It dropped right in the middle of the clementi pasar malam while i was buying my small small takoyaki. Doubt alot of people saw it though, i was frantically trying to hold it up with my hands, while the other hand was holding that 3 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;balls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;takoyaki. Gah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Best thing was, there were lots of girls walking in front of me ! I was going to do an impromtu striptease if my pants were to drop suddenly, again. Yeah, you would say just pull it up and fucking zip it, but, try pulling up your skirt and zipping it with 1000 eyes staring at you, woots. So i went into this alley, where there are 3 guys, so i went HECKCARE, must zip my pants before i go home! and i did it, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today? Rather...stupid. So there was D&amp;T in the morning, i've finished my stuff, and began cutting out these little cute things out of acyrlic(?) called STIK-MANS. And everytime i've reached the arms of the nice little STIK-MAN, it'll just go 'PIAK!' And break. For that, i've broken 4 stickmans in a mere 1 hour, hell wow. I'm giving up on STIK-MANS, cause they suck. Breaking off like an idiot. I thought it'll be nice to have some decos on my product, guess acyrlic(?) doesn't like each other. Our dear president, J.O. Nathan decided to try out STIK-MANS too, he spent a half hour trying to cut out the shape, and 'PIAK' there it goes. Guess it isn't really possible to make a STIK-MAN the size of your thumb with a manual saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So after D&amp;T, i went to the canteen to get my striptease shorts, the one that made me did an impromtu striptease! When i bought the shorts, the auntie said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' Boy, What's your size? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' Huh...I don't know leh. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' You see your pants now and check size. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' HUH! Auntie want me strip in front of 900 lower secs?! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' NO LAH! Turn your pants slightly to reveal a flap showing your size! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' OH! PAISEH, OKOK! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' EH, auntie, size 30, but i need a larger size pants! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' Take 32 then. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' What if i want 34? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' Then you regret lor. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YES, the auntie was right, i've regretted it. I've bought myself a killer shorts that strips innocent people unknowningly! Who cares anyway, LAUGH&lt;em&gt; YOUR&lt;/em&gt; ARSE OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we got back our Biology paper on sexual education, i was baffled! I've failed as a sex professor, henceafter, i shall step down as that position and go become a...a...EH?! My marks? Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YESYEAH, math, E for EVIL came in and i told VAGINA! to rub away the pencil markings after we've greeted him, but he went to rub it off straight away and attracted mr ng's attention ! HORNYFIVE is ruined! Though he rubbed it of, there were still obvious markings on the paper! Lucky for us, Mr Ng didn't pursue the matter. Wonder what the words are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G E Y Z V - The initials of our name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We wrote it as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys Eating YIPPE! ZIPPE! Vagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114784936390991340?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114784936390991340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114784936390991340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114784936390991340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114784936390991340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-can-better-then-to-have-your.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114778078630354642</id><published>2006-05-16T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:59:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, what's up with NUS high? Their immature adolescents have serious attitude problem. Thou only a small minority of them have this attitude problem, it's a one tree kills a forest saying for me. One student makes your whole school sucks, even though, more then one of your student have attitude problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why? NHHS people goes to your school to see a soccer match long time ago, your student comes sticking two cute little middle finger and said, ' Come to NUS High and we'll fuck you well! ' Oh? You little brat, go home and fuck your own mother. How about that guy who stuck out his dick and said ' NUS High welcomes fuckers! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chinese Name&lt;br /&gt;新加坡国立大学附属数理中学 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Address&lt;br /&gt;20, Clementi Ave 1, Singapore 129957 (Also known as the street free of RI influence other than a mere Nan Hua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa, Nan Hua is a mere school? You think your school building's so nice that Nan Hua became a mere school to you? C'mon, your school may be nice, but it's ruined by students like you! Rubbish! What kind of school is that? School of math and science? I bet it's school of vulgarities, barbaric actions, and uncivilised brats. Evidence? Not bothered to get those, I'm sick of NUS High students, just the minority, there are nice students there, but they'll get ruined by those brats one day. That guy who posted on wikipedia about Nan Hua, you have a great future, posting anonymously, and from your IP address, your details show you're 14 years old, nice going kid. You rock. Hurling defamatory statements so publicly in a prominient web? Whoa, i really want to see what will you grow into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe Osama's surbodinate? Hmmmm, I think beggar sect. suits you more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contents[hide]&lt;br /&gt;1 Introduction&lt;br /&gt;2 Missles&lt;br /&gt;3 NUS Elementary School&lt;br /&gt;4 Name&lt;br /&gt;5 Structure&lt;br /&gt;6 Branches&lt;br /&gt;7 (Un)Official Anthem: NUSHSian Idiot&lt;br /&gt;8 History&lt;br /&gt;9 Motto, Vision and Mission&lt;br /&gt;9.1 Motto&lt;br /&gt;9.2 Vision&lt;br /&gt;9.3 Mission&lt;br /&gt;10 Opposition&lt;br /&gt;11 Modules offered&lt;br /&gt;11.1 Languages&lt;br /&gt;11.2 English&lt;br /&gt;11.3 Chinese&lt;br /&gt;11.4 Sciences&lt;br /&gt;11.5 Physics&lt;br /&gt;11.6 Biology&lt;br /&gt;11.7 Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;11.8 Integrated Science&lt;br /&gt;11.9 Math&lt;br /&gt;11.10 Humanities and the Arts&lt;br /&gt;11.11 Literature&lt;br /&gt;11.12 History&lt;br /&gt;11.13 Geography&lt;br /&gt;11.14 Music&lt;br /&gt;11.15 Art&lt;br /&gt;11.16 Inovation Program&lt;br /&gt;11.17 Astronomy module&lt;br /&gt;12 IT Services&lt;br /&gt;12.1 Library, Public&lt;br /&gt;12.2 Library, Viewing&lt;br /&gt;12.3 Computer labs&lt;br /&gt;13 Clans&lt;br /&gt;13.1 KOSA&lt;br /&gt;13.2 LA&lt;br /&gt;13.3 TM&lt;br /&gt;14 List of Battles&lt;br /&gt;14.1 Ten Years' War&lt;br /&gt;14.2 Ongoing War&lt;br /&gt;15 See also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miracle, you think people want your contents, and you're comparing yourselves to Raffles Institution, oh yes, and those comments on Singapore politics, I sure do want see how badly you'll get sued for that. Nice going, kid. For a start, your uniforms are gay. White shirt green pants, that's so vintage! And your cute little badge hanging front of your shirt, that's so vintage too! i think i saw it in a 1890 design of a tomb name! That's what you call renaissance. That's sacarsm, really. Don't know the meaning? Check the dicktionary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114778078630354642?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114778078630354642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114778078630354642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114778078630354642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114778078630354642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/seriously-whats-up-with-nus-high-their.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114769630224196686</id><published>2006-05-15T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:31:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forced, to wryt out a draft for an information report. arrrrr. peter chen lyks torturing students. i'm so weak ! i'd only did roughly thirty inclined pull-ups, which is pathetic compared to last years;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;biology test was veh, very niceeee ! it's so frigging easy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think i could do those paper at the age of six, maybe? thou i think i've answered a few questions wrongly, it shouldn't be any problem to pass, eh ! it should be said as a miracle today, cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; didn't comee ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chemistry suck'd, again. i wasted my lyfe listening to teacher's lesson. i paid full attention and got nothing in my brain at the end of the lesson. oh my buddha, i'm going to flung my chemistry and get kicked outta nh this year. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, why must chemistry be a compulsary subject? arrrrr. the thang i did ryte after dismissal was to dash straight outta nan hua to watch my damn movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mission impossible III seriously suck, the plot, the conclusion, the climax, all suck'd. the only thing they did was to provide a little thrill to wake people up from their nytemares. wasn't cool either, the actor tom cruise something had to move that fast, making the shoot to be fast, resulting the whole thing to be some sort of blur'd, even the least thrill was ruined by the director's plentium one camera. the movie was a waste of money, our money, and theirs. of course, tyme is counted, and a waste of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lambroghini&lt;/span&gt; ! they should have given the lambro to me before blowing it up ! of course, people with common sense would know they swopped the cars with nothing. they wouldn't blow up a lambro for suchha shit movie. unless it's 'guanzhi's adventure' you're talking about, thou. they'd then definetly blow up 10, 000, 000 rolls-royce just for the appetizer, then there comes the main course, and then the dessert. mmmm, le apettisez deliciouse ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i spent some time walking around Lot 1 after that, and spent $85 on clothes, the exact amount i had in my wallet, so i went home with $0. i'm so proud of myself, i finally bought clothes. lol;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next tyme, i'm going to try out a new hobby. everyday at 6pm, i'm going to camp at clementi station below the stairs. there, office girls will come down the stairs, and there, it'd be fun. no, no, no, not the up-skirts. i meant the heels of the shoes. it's funny how office girls get off that damn mrt, and come down the stairs in a whole bunch, their shoes would then cause a huge commotion, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KLING KLING KIANG KIANG KOC KOC KOC KOC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best thing, it's all in a rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it shall be really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i spent last nyte reading thru da vinci code, it's really nice. fvcking sony, i shall boycott sony's products along with nike's. sony made da vinci code a NC16 film, which restricts me from watching it, but i'm forcing my way thru into the cinema anyway. nike products are gonna get boycott cause nike sucks. they play a part in exploition of vietnamese. 20cents per shoe are what vietnamese gets each time they produce one shoe. and $10million is the sum jordan gets for endorsing nike shoes. and what jordan does? sits in his toilet bowl and fvcks it, doing it 1min per day. those vietnamese, as young as 8, stays in the factories for as long as 15 hours and gets less then $2 per day. smart move, nike. you suck, i'm going to boycott your stuff. i shall burn anything releated to nike in my house, that's playing a part. i might be rather late, but better late then never, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i shall read my nice nice da vinci code now, it's such fun reading such a nice book and i'm such a nice man. na-na-naa--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114769630224196686?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114769630224196686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114769630224196686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114769630224196686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114769630224196686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/forced-to-wryt-out-draft-for.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114740834363149507</id><published>2006-05-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:32:23.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've overworked myself with school these few weeks till i've gotten sick, very sick. returning from school at 8pm, doing work, revising till 3am, waking at 6am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a strictly low-quality img by me using VGA cam !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made myself sick. somehow my cca aint that slack, i think. i look at other people, their cca(s) are often cancelled, and some cca dont even require anything. just sit there and crap. whoo. i'm too weak to blog and i'm spending the next few days to recuperate, so no posts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image23.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;homework, homework + 1 iPod ! VGA cam pic too !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;random img by me using VGA cam ! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes yes, i love random imgs by VGA cameras :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a random img by VGA cam, this is rather clear ;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;random artistic, VGA cam taken :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114740834363149507?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114740834363149507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114740834363149507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114740834363149507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114740834363149507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-overworked-myself-with-school.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114726859343359918</id><published>2006-05-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:43:13.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired of all these bullshits. i'm stressed enough, you're forcing me to depression .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why kick a fuss over such small matter? it's bad enough coping with my studies, and i don't even get enough tyme for myself, gaming? fat hope! i cant even spare that few minutes on games! my work piles up like the horizon, never ending. yeah, i come home late in the night and by the time i reach home, i'm already on my bed, wanting to sleep, but forcing myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already sick enough, rehearsing, running here and there, even thou i'm sick. it worsen my condition, and i'm bed-ridden already, what's with the fuss, it's not my mistake anyway. even thou i can apply for an mc anytime soon, for a whole year, i still dont want to, missing lessons will make my results drop further, you think i'm not bothered to study, truth is, i have no tyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man, look down on me, hate me, but i'll still take you as a friend, cause i dont like having enemies. you demand this, you demand that, go ahead, i'll try to fufil it if it's within my reach. some things thou, you can't expect it from me, not that i dont want to, not that i think it's not necessary, it's just that sometimes, people have their troubles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stressed-up, i already feel like dying, stop adding to my burdens, let bygones be bygones, no point pursuing something that's already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, looking at simply a side of a matter doesn't really work well, why do we have left and right hands? it's because with just one hand, it's hard to accomplish anything, with both side, anything seems possible. it works the same, same theory, same everything, by just looking at one side, you find it hard to see things, with both sides, you see everything clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're good, but i'm better, for there's a mountain taller then you, somewhere, some place, some time. you're looking down on me, but someone else is looking down on you. so what's the point of looking down at each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, we all know, you think everything you do is right, everything you do is flawless, but that's human nature, of believing oneself's flawless. you might not know it yourself, but you have already offended many people beside you. we all lead a short lyfe on this world, what's the point of hating each other, wasting our lyfes, spend more tyme on meaningful stuff, and you'll find your lyfe meaningful, instead of wasting each other's tyme, you could do something better. the stories you wryt are total crap, even thou you think it's perfect, it's flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens to me too, i do something, and i think it's perfect, when friends tell me it sucks, i cant accept it. this post isn't meant for you, it's meant for myself. dont read it if you dont want to, if you've read it, it isn't anyone's problem, it's yours, face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can forgo a friend whom you knew for so long, just because of such trival matters, i don't see why begin your friendship with him long ago. if friendship is such fragile thing, i'd rather not have one. it's very pathetic, very, to see people quarreling. yes, i quarrel too, and i find myself pathetic. i'm stupid, doesn't mean you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sound like a nihilist, a person who rejects everything in existence, you're living in this world yourself, perhaps, you should visit IMH, not me. you're in a much serious condition then i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, you're everything, i'm nothing, i don't care, blogging's a waste of tyme? i somehow think that your mother's wasting her tyme giving birth to such an immature adolescent. secret societies, everything violating the law, you're a bane of this society. trying to act cool, c'mon, i dont eat it. it's such a waste of resource, having you on this earth. a place, to be ruined by you, dont you have anymore better stuff to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasting lyfes, that's what people are doing. i prefer to lead a life, where i can do what i want, and not be constrained to studies, homework. freedom, is the best thing. yes yes, you get tied up to work, work work work like a nerd, at your deathbed, you'll ask, what have i done in my lyfe, nothing. all i did was study, study, earn money and work till i die. that's how a typical singaporean will live. singaporeans live by this code, study, work, work till you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say, a dying man doesn't speak much, i speak what i know is truth, if you dont believe me, it's really fine. your comments are not really needed, if you do not believe me, it's your bad, nothing much more. i'm not typing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114726859343359918?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114726859343359918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114726859343359918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114726859343359918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114726859343359918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-tired-of-all-these-bullshits.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114708671810025902</id><published>2006-05-08T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:11:58.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we agreed not to meet for 3 years,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and just like this, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 years has passed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my buddha! i seriously suck in sports! i've gotten all A for NAPFA, except for shuttle run and inclined pull up. the ground was seriously too slipery, my shoes were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and it actually has no friction on the parade square ground! which made my timing suck- in turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inclined pull-up, mr thomas the immature adolescent was supposed to be our cher for inclined segment of napfa. i did just enough to get A, he gave me just enough for B. Fvck you, arms not straight, you do inclined at least will go off by 5 degree right ?! so strict for what, so strict will make you promotion faster meh, no point also, why make us student's lyfe miserable. at that kind of situation, it should be a close-one-eye-open-one-eye case, and it'll in turn become a win-win situation, you happy, i happy, why not? anyway it's just 5 degree of standard, the other 2 teachers were also going soft on the students, why is your area so empty? cause everyone know you're fvck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's biology rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. if i can say anything that rocks, it should really rock !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did some nice stuff on the topic, ' masturbation. ' we discussed on ways of masturbation, why masturbate, why the need to masturbate, why should masturbation be carried out and why masturbation rocks. it's a 1 hour masturbation period. ahhh! we were told by cher to wryt out some reasons for these questions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;' why should we not masturbate (?) '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Ans ( we wrote ) : Short-circuit. Cause when we masturbate, we will watch pornography, then watch too much computer will short-circuit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your maid and mother will die. Cause you masturbate until whole room dirty then your maid and mother will clean until they die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bankruptcy. Due to the frequent change of appliances caused by dirtying those in the process of masturbation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parents see le head roll off. ( Eh, this one dunnid elaborate le hor )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cannot ( masturbate) do in work/school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dick will Rot / Erectile tissue will wear off !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;' what ways are there to channel the energy used for healthy stuff? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat marshmallows ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stare into the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;ff     &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt;         ff  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;was death tyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was boring...geog test was pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;le FB-Boutique ! Opening Soon ! Stay tuned !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;le FB-Arcade !   Opening soon ! Stay tuned !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114708671810025902?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114708671810025902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114708671810025902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114708671810025902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114708671810025902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-agreed-not-to-meet-for-3-years-and.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114701992330489670</id><published>2006-05-07T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:38:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAH FVCK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thru-out the day i was rushing homeworks, rush rush rush, then studying tests, now my eye boiling red ! tmr go sch my eye sure become just 1 slit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, tmr's napfa, and i'm so not going to get gold, T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did pathetic for my 2.4km, only ran 1st in class...AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shuttle run, my leg how to sprint?! AND IM FAMOUS FOR BEING RETARDED, my reactions all so slow! how am i supposed to get below 10 seconds for shuttle run?! with a tumour? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAT ARSE HOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now it's 12:32am, and there's so many things un-done. and so many bad omens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, the lightbulbs suddenly went off when i was pissing in the toilet, which in turn, made me PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the wind got so strong that before i managed to opened the door, the door came smashing my head, and it's swollen omfg ._.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to wash my damn hands, and banged into the wall T.T then i shout and i jump and slipped and my face landed straight on the floor, kissing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST, i went back to my bedroom, and my LEFT leg kicked my own bed, AND I SCREAMED LIKE A HOLY FVCK. OMFG TMR NAPFA &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS AS GOOD AS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WALKING INTO A CAULDRON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my buddha! I DONT WANT TO WALK ANYMORE T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114701992330489670?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114701992330489670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114701992330489670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114701992330489670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114701992330489670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah-fvck-thru-out-day-i-was-rushing.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114697318105241513</id><published>2006-05-06T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:39:41.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;. there's only opposition parties in potong pasir and hougangggg !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, there'll be an extra opposition guy from aljunied going into the parliment, cause aljunied has 43% of the votes in that counstitency; currently highest amongst the l&lt;em&gt;osers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied my mama to chan bro's to get some air-tiks. it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and so, i wandered off to some unknown shopping centre 400metres in front. that chan bro's branch was located at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very deserted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; area. and when i say very, i mean very, inside the whole shopping centre, which was rather old, chan bro's was the only shop that actually opened for business, perhaps, it's because of election that everyone closed their doors, but it's really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; in that place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shopping centre i wandered to, was at least &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;, had proper facilities like aircons. yes, but outside the restroom, there was this little sign and a bawx below it that wryts, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please pay 20cents for entry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; what's wrong with that? nothing wrong! the problem is, i was with my cousin, and we love to play truants. soooo, we figured out that when we drop the coin into that little bawx, there'd be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sound. sooo, instead of throwing a 20cents coin, we threw a stone into it, not that we didn't have the money, just that it was funny. flame me for all you want, but i can tell you, the bawx was filled with stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, my uncle drove &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passengers&lt;/span&gt; in a nissan cefiro to ngee ann. yes, a nissan cefiro. the kind which seats &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it's wrytten in the advert that the middle seat is supposed to be a table to add to the luxury of the already luxury sedan. to ngee ann, the space we had was pathetic. and squeezing is what we're doing. got to ngee ann, just to buy an iPod nano for my cousin, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the service at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on the 5th storey of ngee ann was pathetic, i strongly recommend you readers not to go there to get your appliances, cause you'll end up boiling yourselves in a cauldron. in best, it was rather shorthanded, and 1 of those attendants have to serve 5 customers, which meant a ratio of 5:1. pathetic? nope, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horrible,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incorrigible,&lt;/span&gt; vegetable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we waited for 1 hour, 45 minutes for a attendant to serve us, furthermore, goods at best are located at the end of the store, where they had a storeroom there, to keep all their goods, what for? you're scared people will steal them, or your own attendants will? why so paranoid? maybe they had a bad experience with people stealing them, ah! by the tyme an attendant came to us, we told him to just get that damn iPod nano for us. and that was what he did. the only problem was, he was walking, walking, walking, and 5minutes later, he was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my buddha! i'm going to die of this waiting! it's no wonder why singapore has such a bad service rating, but i must admit, the service at DFS, the big mall that tourists normally visits, has really great service, yeah, it's rather irrelevant to this post, but i just feel like bringing it up. back to topic, this attendant came back with a nano, and my aunt told him to show us the content, so this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ute&lt;/span&gt; attendant, took his name card, and tries to cut open the box, and made a scratch in it...only when his colleague handed him a penknife, he realised how retarded he was. and worse, he didn't knew how to use a penknife. and i had to teach him, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you hold it like a pen&lt;/span&gt;, dumbwart ! he took too much time to figure out, so his nice colleague helped him with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;defloration ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, i know the meaning of defloration, and i'm using it, you can't stop me. his colleague must be really experinced in deflorations, he handles his knife real well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, counter, so this guy took the nano to the counter, but, the counter was closed, they close a counter at 6, wow. overall if i were to rate best, it'd be a flung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings of BEST DENKI, takashimaya branch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;service: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attitude: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;knowledge about products: 0/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by that tyme, everyone was hungry, and my uncle drove us to queenstown food centre(?) where i saw liwei with his gang of 50 men! whoa, dont judge a book by it's cover, liwei's gang is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there was nice, but problem lies with hygiene, flies were everywhere, seats and tables were oily, and others. yes, this problem persists in many hawker centres, why isn't MPs doing anything? you might tell me, we can't handle everything in this counstituency, but surely, if you can be appointed as a MP, and gets $10, 000 - $20, 000 EACH MONTH, i dont see why you're accepting tax-payer's money. another problem, is that those temporary metal stairs. you guys don't pay any attention to old folks, by the looks of it, the word temporary should be changed to permanent! the stairs should be there for a rather long period! cause, it's already corroding, and one of the sides has been reduced to nothing! the steps are only supported with 1 side, it's like you expect to carry someone on your back with only 1 leg. sure, you can do it, but there's the risk there, you might fall, and implicate alot of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the looks of it, singapore government aint turning 1st world, it's going 3rd world. nothing much to say, singapore has become a legalised corrupted country, yes, what's the problem with PAP, you're launching 1-billion worth of building a new building for people, but you're not looking at some old stuff, you're only concerned about those new stuff, you build esplanade, you neglected the current theatre we're having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if PAP is saying, they'll serve us better for the next 5 years if we appoint them, then what's all this, you only care about big projects, and neglected those small ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a task for MPs, away with your title as MP, and live as a normal person in singapore, with a pay-check of $1, 800 per month, which is the amt most singaporeans are getting, instead of the few thousands you're seeing. and live with it, eat at hawkers, live in a pathetic place, complain to hdb your roof's leaking water, see who'll bother to reply you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i shalln't continue my post, but i'll be opening an online botique here in futurebarrister in june!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ASTA LA VISTA BABEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114697318105241513?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114697318105241513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114697318105241513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114697318105241513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114697318105241513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/nooo.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114682706755541584</id><published>2006-05-05T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:04:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD HAIR DAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. bad hair day, i look stupidly stupid today. and since it was RAINING, there wasn't any 2.4 for PE. SWEEBO? cannot get better timing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IRONY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was what that was discussed in literature. defination of IRONY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i·ro·ny &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dirony"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( P ) Pronunciation Key (r-n, r-)&lt;br /&gt;n. pl. i·ro·nies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbal Irony - 'Hi, you suck!'&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic irony - thy suck!&lt;br /&gt;Socratic irony - SUCK SUCK SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my specimen statement of an example of irony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hair sucked today even thou i used 2 bottles of solid wax.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, that's IRONY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MR JOEL LIM can be a great fortune teller, seriously! HE IS, WAS AND WILL BE SO ACCURATE IN READING FACES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE said i was, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SHY&lt;/span&gt; AND LACKED CONFIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOT ON DUDE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henceforth, he said &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHARMAINE HAD A POSITIVE CHARACTER, AUDREY WAS AMBITIOUS, LIWEI HAD A NICE COMPLEXION (LOL^_^) AND WENFU WAS LONELY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, those were rather spot-on, cept for charmaine's. ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was FIRST, to hand in my chinese composition during higher chinese and IM SO PROUD OF IT. lalala. after math WAS MORE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOMEWORK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;homework VS test, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who will win, i dont know !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP rehearsal was...pathetic today. we wasted our lyfes and earth's resources by staying in an air-conditioned hall auditorium waiting for our bodies to rot. we did went down for some rehearsals, thou. and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APRIL ALWAYS TRYS TO HIT ME WITH HER FLAG WHENEVER I PASS BY HER WITH THE &lt;em&gt;'MOCK UMBRELLA'&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they were doing the swinging part of the flag, thou. i almost fell twice because of that -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AS I WAS walking home, i passed by this LAN/COMIC shop where YISHUO from rifle range road always visits. yeah, i pass by that shop everyday and see yishuo that noob playing noobily. LOl, yishuo you bragg'd so much in theory and suck'd like a noob in practical -_-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i passed by this little boy who was in clementi primary school and saw him playing maple. SO, i came with up an idea to stop ppl from kill-stealing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time when ppl comes kill-stealing, i shall type,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey little boy, dont play play k, i bigger then u, so i ur korkor, u playing in clementi lan shop sibo? you kill-steal korkor later korkor find you hoot your butt kk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMUSINGLY AMUSING, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Hebe.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114682706755541584?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114682706755541584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114682706755541584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114682706755541584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114682706755541584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-hair-day-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114674382112241339</id><published>2006-05-04T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:57:01.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ASSEMBLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was rather nice today, the impromtu speech was amusingly amusing. for everyone spoke like an idiot. the topic was 'FREEZE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how would anyone be able to come out with a speech with such an idiotic topic? in 2 minutes? dream on. those ppl who spoke really well with scripts are people with no talents, 0% talent. people with talents are those who can speak without any pauses in between their speeches with NO SCRIPTS, NO PREPERATION AND NOT BEING NERVOUS. im not talking about myself, cause im honest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of them came up with, water FREEZES to solid ice cubes, time FREEZES, FREEZE! it's the police, and some other bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it might be impromptu, surely you could think of something better? like, seperate 'FREEZE' into F-R-E-E-Z-E and make a speech with that. whoo. PLEASE do not flame me for this, it's just the thoughts of an INNOCENT kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presentations during history sucked. KOH YILEEN YOU POINTED YOUR FUCKING LASER INTO MY EYE YOU BUTCH. and made my eye HOT like SHIT. anyway those presentations were 99% lame, 0% entertaining, 1% imformative. im so kind to have given you 1% informative, cause it's 0% actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and then it was t.tennis. when i went, there was NOBODY. and so, i had to move 80 barricades in 3 trips from the store to the hall, and 6 tables in 3 trips. 2 tables per trip. after that, my muscles ached like shit, for a start, those things weren't as light as you think they'd be. IN FACT, they're heavier then those dance items, mattresses, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i went on to play, until I FINALLY WON EVERYONE IN T.TENNIS AND WENT TO THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRST table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and after that, it was time to tortue all of them in the team (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALLN'T post about the details of the tortue, since I MIGHT DIE if i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, my body's aching and so I'VE GOT TO SLEEP, TMR'S NDP. CRAP. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTA LA VISTA BABEH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the new iFuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/ifuckbybarrister.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114674382112241339?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114674382112241339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114674382112241339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114674382112241339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114674382112241339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/assembly-was-rather-nice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114666506600737056</id><published>2006-05-03T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:04:26.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT POLITICS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, i just wanna get my head rollin' cause i don't wanna live anymore. so, by talking about politics and crticising PAP, i can get myself dead ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i change my mind halfway, i wont have any choice! woohoo! okayy, let's get the ball rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here're some quotes from PAP- MP(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'we are able to serve you for the next 5 years, but those people? they'll only do you well for perhaps, 9 days! some of them are even new to the party, itself!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo, vote for me and i'll get my salary every month and make sure all of you gets to shit everyday! vote for ME today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'we're very honest, unlike some liars..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, you're talking about me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'if you want to turn singapore into a opposition party country, then vote for them, in the end, people will still vote for me! if you vote for them, they'll (oppsition party) just make more troubles for me, then i, as the ** will have to resign because they're causing such chaos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i suck in politics)'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW, LET'S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE, POLITICS IS BORING! B-O-R-I-N-G! ( since talking about politics is as good as talking to a bottomless pit and expecting it to reply you. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is a bad day. for some reasons, i forgot to bring money to school, and i have only the money in my wallet to survive, $10! CANT EVEN BUY ABALONE WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i got caught by lim ls, for gel-ing my hair. omfg everyone can see i didnt gel my hair. it's so soft ! T.T she told me to go toilet to wash away else she'd throw in into the pond. I &lt;3 SWIMMING. so i went to the toilet, PAISEH AUNTIE WASHING TOILET. so i went to the other toilet 100metres away, whoo! it's creepy when no one's at the classroom blocks, everyone's at the parade squareee. so i went in, found that my hair was dropping ! so i went to WAX IT FURTHER BLEAH ^^ heh. lim didnt came to check up on me i got away scott-free, as clean as a CLOCK. as clean as a clock doesnt make any sense as a metaphor anyway. just some irrelevant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then d&amp;t test, whoo, i never study, not because im lazy, it's just that...i DONT HAVE ANY NOTES XD. ahhh! the drawing for d&amp;amp;t was frigging complicated, the 9marks one. i took 20min to draw 2 of those 'thingys' yeah, i know, i rock (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought bendable ruler during recess, $4, took away 4/10 of the money in my wallet, it's so SAD. then bought some SAUSAGESSS. HARD, THICK, AND SOLID RED ones, yes it's hard, thick, and solid red, you didnt lose your eyes! so i began doing something that's illegal in singapore with the SAUSAGES. yeah, you know what's illegal, dont ask (: it's not CARNAL. it's the hole above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we filled up this survey form during mother tongue and...i wrote the same thing for every columm and in the last part...it's supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;teacher,(!) i really want to tell you, _______________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;teacher,(!) i really want to tell you, i have nothing to tell you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol im a smartass, admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english..im suffering from amnesia, so fill the rest up yourself. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology was...hormo. we've proved that I, guanzhi, am a transvestite, since i took a girl's skirt and wore it in class ! HEH. hormosexuality was WHAT we discussed, AINT YOU PEEPS OUT OF 211 JEALOUS. YES, and carnal sex is illegal, so i shalln't do it. i'll do ANAL. you only mention'd CARNAL, not ANAL. a loophole. and any form of unnatural sex is illegal? another loophope you've got there! YES you've mentioned about UNnatural sex, what is natural sex? penetration of the opening (you know where) , im right? what's CARNAL sex? it's penetration too. so what do you mean by UNnatural, yeah, sexual intercourse IS natural, since when? NATURAL intercourse is supposed to be when we humans are not yet evolved and still 1-cell freaks, so we reproduce by splitting! with this statement, sexual intercourse, the penetration of the vaginal opening is theoretically UNnatural sex too, if this is the case, then how are we going to reproduce human species, HOW? we cut ourselves into half, and wait for it to grow back? NO! and since the government wants a baby-boom (or whatsoever.), and we can't do SEXUAL intercourse anymore, regarding to that penal code, of lyfe imprisonment, 2 years jail, 10 years jail, a fine, so...what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. i've been proven that i can be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUTURE BARRISTER&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths, YES I FAILED MY MATHS BY 0.1MARKS, BEAT ME, SOMEONE, BEAT ME T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was NDP, supposingly. we had to go to this bloody field FILLED with bloody mud and bloody we had to run with our clothes + shoes on! the problem is, i dont wanna get my class tee dirty, it's my first day wearing it, i dont wana get my shoes dirty, there's 2 more days before i can wash it, and it's my only pair, if you would like get me a shoe that i can THROW away and lemme just STRIP NAKED AND RUN, i'll run like a MANNN, oh the man-li-ness! and there, the instructor, which had to be so coincidentally had the same surname as me, had PMS! and he tortued all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY, the reason why he's suffering from PMS, is because some upper sec students complained about exams and dance clashing tght, and time was pressing, we had to get our segments right soon. there, he was pressurised, and hence he PMS'D, and vented his anger on us, we're the lower class in this pyramid, the ones getting it the worst. by the end of the session, my white shoe turned brown, stylo right ! we did a ''&lt;em&gt;good job''&lt;/em&gt; and the instructor let us off early, which...the guys went to play bball with the extra time...and i gave it a skip, cause MY LEG HURTS, THAT FUCKEN TUMOUR FUCKED MY LEG. FUCK YOU, TUMOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst was, my socks were all soggy and wet, and i had to walk as thou im walking on sponge, spongy. YOU THINK MAMMORY GLANDS ARE NICE, NOW YOU KNOW MAMMORY GLANDS ARE DISGUSTING. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G, DISGUSTING! lol. im so emo x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home, limping, practically. and bought an ice-cream halfway thru, my mouth was really itchy and craving for some stuff to BITE BITE BITE, not chew. yeah, you can bite ice-cream. it'll just give you the chills down the spine, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i decided i couldn't wear such an atrocious pair of shoes to school, could i? IM so law-abiding, that i went to get a new pair of shoes, and the stupid store didnt sell my size, THEY SAID I WAS NOT HUMAN, MY FEETS WERE FUCKEN HUGE T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my POOR MOTHER had to drive me down far far away to get another pair of NORTH StAR SHOES. i wanted to get some other brands, but im TOO LAZY, for im half-fainting by the time i reached home. north north north, there were loads of imitation shoes there, including the $119 adidas super chio shoes..selling @ $19..lol. i wanted to buy! but i hated that brand, looks so cheena. CHEENA STUFFS ARE DEGRADING, DOWN WITH CHEENA, DOWN WITH THE Mao-ISM! ( disclaimer - im not talking about MAOMAO )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other mao, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, so poor me didnt buy that shoe afterall, doesnt look real anyway, 4 stripes instead of 3, woot? ah, and there were loads of deuter bags there ^_^v. im getting 5 bags, 1 per school day. YES IM POOR I KNOW DONT SOUND ME OUT WITH IRONY + SACARSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home and...LVL-D MY MAPLE CHAR 3 TIMES, no, it's my cousin. i was too tired to play maple. anyway, 3rd world ppl (e.g. AHMA ) please dont call me childish for mapl-ing, FOR many mapl-ers are above 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo^2 + emo-x = emo emo emo emo. i have no exams, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S READ SOME LITTLE WILLE POEMS ! THEY ROCK &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't understand it quite;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity never pays: It rained Willie seven days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[1]=&lt;br /&gt;"William in a nice new sash,&lt;br /&gt;Fell in the fire and burned to ash.&lt;br /&gt;Now, although the room grows chilly,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[2]=&lt;br /&gt;"Little Willie mean as hell,&lt;br /&gt;Threw his sister in the well!&lt;br /&gt;Said his mother when drawing water,&lt;br /&gt;"sure is hard to raise a daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[3]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie in the cauldron fell;&lt;br /&gt;See the grief on mother's brow;&lt;br /&gt;Mother loved her darling well --&lt;br /&gt;Willie's quite hard-boiled by now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[4]=&lt;br /&gt;"Little Willie with a shout,&lt;br /&gt;Gouged the baby's eyeballs out;&lt;br /&gt;Stamped on them to make them pop.&lt;br /&gt;Mother cried, "Now, William, stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[5]=&lt;br /&gt;"William with a thirst for gore,&lt;br /&gt;Nailed the baby to the door.&lt;br /&gt;Mother said, with humor quaint:&lt;br /&gt;"Careful, Will, don't mar the paint.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[6]=&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Jones fell in the well&lt;br /&gt;and died without a moan.&lt;br /&gt;He should have tended to the sick&lt;br /&gt;and left the well alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[7]=&lt;br /&gt;"Father heard his children scream&lt;br /&gt;so he threw them in the stream.&lt;br /&gt;Saying as he drowned the third,&lt;br /&gt;"Children should be seen, not heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[8]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie fell down the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't found till six days later.&lt;br /&gt;Then the neighbors sniffed,&lt;br /&gt; "Gee whiz! What a spoiled child Willie is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[9]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie poisoned Auntie's tea.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie died in agony.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle came and looked quite vexed.&lt;br /&gt;"Really, Will," he said,&lt;br /&gt;"What next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[10]=&lt;br /&gt;"Little Willie hung his sister.&lt;br /&gt;She was dead before we missed her.&lt;br /&gt;"Willie's always up to tricks.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't he cute! He's only six."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[11]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie and two other brats&lt;br /&gt;licked up all the Rough-on-Rats.&lt;br /&gt;Father said, when mother cried&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, They'll die outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[12]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie bashed open baby's head&lt;br /&gt;to see if brains are gray or red.&lt;br /&gt;What a naughty boy is he&lt;br /&gt;He shall have no jam for tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[13]=&lt;br /&gt;"Little Willie's dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;His face we'll see no more.&lt;br /&gt;For what he thought was H2Owas&lt;br /&gt;H2SO4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[14]=&lt;br /&gt;"Little Willie from the mirror licked the mercury off,&lt;br /&gt;thinking in his childish error it would cure whooping cough.&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral Willie's mother smartly said to Mrs. Brown,&lt;br /&gt;"T'was a chilly day for Willie&lt;br /&gt;when the mercury went down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[15]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie's cute as cute can be.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath his brother,&lt;br /&gt;only three,&lt;br /&gt;he lit a stick of dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;Now brother's simply out of sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[16]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie, I regret to state,&lt;br /&gt;cut his sister into bait.&lt;br /&gt;We miss her when it's time to dine,&lt;br /&gt;but Willie's fish taste simply fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[17]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie's on the railroad track.&lt;br /&gt;The engine gave a squeal.&lt;br /&gt;The engineer just took a spade,&lt;br /&gt;and scraped him off the wheel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[18]=&lt;br /&gt;"Little Willie,&lt;br /&gt; full of gleeput radium in Grandma's tea.&lt;br /&gt;Now he thinks it's quite a lark&lt;br /&gt;to see her shining in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[19]=&lt;br /&gt;"In the family drinking well,&lt;br /&gt;Willie pushed his sister, Nell.&lt;br /&gt;She's dead all right, the water kilt her.&lt;br /&gt;Now they drink it through a filter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[20]=&lt;br /&gt;"Willie cut off his sister's headand left it lying hairless.&lt;br /&gt;"Really, Willie," said his mother,&lt;br /&gt;"you sure are getting careless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[21]=&lt;br /&gt;"Bob was bathing in the bay,&lt;br /&gt;When a shark who passed that way&lt;br /&gt;Punctured him in seven places;--&lt;br /&gt;And he made such funny faces!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[22]=&lt;br /&gt;"There's been an accident!"they said,&lt;br /&gt;"Your servant's cut in half; he's dead!"&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed!"said Mr. Jones,"&lt;br /&gt;and please Send me the half that's got my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[23]=&lt;br /&gt;"When Grandmama fell off the boat,&lt;br /&gt;And couldn't swim (and wouldn't float),&lt;br /&gt;Matilda just stood by and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I almost could have slapped the child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem[24]=&lt;br /&gt;"The ice upon our pond's so thin&lt;br /&gt;That poor Mamma has fallen in!&lt;br /&gt;We cannot reach her from the shore&lt;br /&gt;Until the surface freezes more.&lt;br /&gt;Ah me, my heart grows weary waiting --&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I want to have some skating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all poems taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadlounge.com/offramp/willie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.deadlounge.com/offramp/willie.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, it's only SOME little willy poems, only 24, how little. this is what you call LITERATUREEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, so now i've got nothing more to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASTA LA VISTA BABEH !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114666506600737056?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114666506600737056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114666506600737056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114666506600737056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114666506600737056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-talk-about-politics-gahh-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114656004461259723</id><published>2006-05-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:23:23.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun, practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing about the three kingdoms during chinese, and yeah, most of the class is asleep. i wanted to chiong straight to the toilet after chinese, but that zhu lai de came and spoiled my brilliant plan of chionging to the toilet. what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spoilsport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature, hmm, was a period where everyone was getting set to run down to the canteen after the signal was given. i went to the toilet instead (: toilets are real nice, really. you can show off your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIX PACS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the toilet and do some okaysional pull-ups. and not forgetting the aiming matches, and those water powers. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blogger henceafter decided to add in some irrelevant stuff in between this lines -&gt;. SAY SAY SAY ! you cant beat japanese tv (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess was actually bio, so sexual education............... (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE, the whole class of 2elephunk,&lt;br /&gt;pledge to keep ourselves horny as ever.&lt;br /&gt;so as to achieve the karma of society,&lt;br /&gt;horny &amp;amp; more horny for our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw alot of &lt;em&gt;porn &lt;/em&gt;during biology. anal holes, vaginas, erected dicks, most of them came from dead bodies thou. those were cooler then you! say say say! you cant beat sexual education! i think i've gotten one of the disease mentioned. ahhhh! what was that? spihyllis something? yeah sorry if i've gotten some spelling errors, as you know, a sexprofessor would pay more attention to pictures rather then words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saying goes, ' a picture speaks a thousand words-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thru this saying, we could understand that pictures are compositions, analyse, explore and look at pictures and they might tell you a story, a sad one, probably, like the guy you see over there at my profile. &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S A REALLY SADDD STORY !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got gang-bang'd by the girls during music and history, both teachers didnt came, so yeah, they came and tried to strip me topless. ow, that's T.T-ing. basically, eugene thought it was fun and decided to join in the session. 1 against 15. super ultra dan-tiao session ! me against them, i won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunchlunch, chiong chiong to eat. thinking skills was really slack, and superbly fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, we went to the comp lab, and since there was nothing to do, at all. the whole class decided to come to my blog, and spammm my tag. whoo! finally its not roT.Ting! the messages you see there -&gt; are the works of my class, ARENT THOSE NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people confessing to each other, ah! heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;juquah - weijie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheryl - liwei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haoting - zixin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yonghui - grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eugene - huiqin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first part....then somehow or rather, they decided to change the formation,&lt;br /&gt;and it went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;juquah - weijie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheryl - weijie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haoting - weijie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grace - weijie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;huiqin - weijie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eugene - grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yonghui - grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zixin - grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liwei/clarence/melvin/and almost all the guys except me - grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ppl these days have really nice tastes, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so mdm noridah had to spoil our fun by tagging in my board telling us to stop T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had to leave for acc, which totally suck'd.&lt;br /&gt;i spent 20min finishing 2 pieces of calligraphy ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then mr ng didnt went to 203, so we assumed there was no remedial, afterall 203 ppl are taking their geog test there, so we just went down and looked at some seniors who stole our ball play bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seniors had to go&lt;em&gt; 'lin nao hia that charbo so ugly you say chio? not feng man la! scam limpeh sibo?' &lt;/em&gt;and yeah, they added alot of &lt;em&gt;ch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;eebai&lt;/em&gt; words in their sentences, with most commonly used &lt;em&gt;'fuck you, ah gua, cheebai'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at them was...boring + pathetic. so...eugene decided to give us a little treat in mac. a 50cents ice cream cone -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, we hid a little McWing that eugene consumed earlier on into his nice little red bag, of course we weren't evil, we used 2 layers of tissues to cover it, if the oil decides to penetrate thru, please kill the tissue, thanks (: and so after they left i waited 20min for my 3 balls of taroyaki to be cooked by that auntie ! AHHHH. FUCK-ing clementi sec sch girl, cut limpeh queeue then got last 3 balls. NOOOOO. i wasted 20minutes of my lyfe because of HER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, anyway walked back home and im tired, therefore, baibai babeh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASTA LA VISTA, BABEH !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114656004461259723?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114656004461259723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114656004461259723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114656004461259723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114656004461259723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-was-fun-practically.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114647276490602932</id><published>2006-05-01T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:39:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lemme tell you something. a printer can kill a person. you try so hard to print a document and it says no ink no ink. or else, it'll go no paper no paper. WAH PIANG. somemore i go refil still same thing come out. whooo. what on earth is the printer thinking? is my printer SPOILT? and so i was printing my essay in this aircon room, and i stood there, waiting for the document to come out, and i managed to sweat just standing there. omfg -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. it finally came out. whoohoo. but it came out as a black paper. instead of the original white paper. -_______________________- ink wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i print until almost faint . then finally it came out -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its now raining, no more jogging for me today T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114647276490602932?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114647276490602932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114647276490602932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114647276490602932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114647276490602932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/05/lemme-tell-you-something.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114640332057655685</id><published>2006-04-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:22:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoooo. i was PACING with this NS guy. he'd damn fit omfg. yeah it's on the tracks damn. he sprinted 1.6km -__________- omfg. by the time i finished sprinting with him im already half-dead and my sweat came worse then a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDRENS. do not try sprinting 1.6km at a go. FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, that is. too little iron in your body will cause you to faint ! i felt giddy afterwards, YEAH BUT IM TOO FIT TO FAINT WHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahnahnah. i've pangseh'd ALL of you at chalet again today. i was too lazy to walk to that bloody mrt station that's so far. SMRT I WAN APPEAL. BUILD ANOTHER STATION. i name is GUANZHI's STATION. it'll be such a hawt station you'll make blooded profits from it. then cannot use mrt in my station, too slow le. sunset le still havent finish travelling from clementi to jurong..omg. use japan imported bullet train. then 5min from clementi you reach pasir ris !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i warranty + chop + stamp alot of ppl will support GUANZHI station. cause it's named after a sibei yandao guy, HARDUGHAY HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paiseh i put warranty cause i still young and retarded dont know how to spell guarantee ! thou i spelled that word on my previous sentence but i still dont know how to type it out ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and PENNY, im too young to go clubbbinggggg. 5 more years before i can enter zouk T.T or was it 3? o.O and and and and and i dont forget ppl that easily. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omfg teacher how you get my blog add oneeee. i die le -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/bannerbarrister1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPPORT THE FUTURE BARRISTER ! VISIT HIS BLOG MORE OFTEN + TAG + LINK !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUNNO HOW TO TAG/LINK? MSN/EMAIL THE FUTUREBARRISTER AND HE'LL TEACH YER ! HE'S A KIND MAN OKAY !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTA LA VISTA BABEH ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114640332057655685?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114640332057655685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114640332057655685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114640332057655685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114640332057655685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114630984963865511</id><published>2006-04-29T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T04:25:28.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sick of this lyfe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wanna scream, ' HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody's screaming, i'd tried to make it sound like it's nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WENT JOGGGING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this chiobu ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was pacing with me. so i've turned around and said 'HI!'&lt;br /&gt;yeah! she dao me! whoooo! i did ask for her email, but was dao'd again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/heartbroken-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, anyway ran 12 laps around the stadium. so, 12 x 400m = 4.8km. whoa, that's the distance of road run ! felt refreshed after the run. and now im feeling sleepy. OH yes, i've walked in between the 4.8km, add another 3 laps of walking, 1.2km + 4.8km = 6km. whoo, i've did 6km in 1/2hour today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. dont loathe me cause i didnt go for the chalet. wouldn't have much to do there, since i dont know almost everyone of you there. &lt;em&gt;im a spoilsport;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114630984963865511?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114630984963865511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114630984963865511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114626919688152863</id><published>2006-04-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:39:09.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldnt bring myself to sleep. yeah, and so i took a pen and a notebook, and begun wryting down 13 years of lyfe in it. i'm wryting this till the end of may, probably. by then, it'd be a few hundred pages thick. don't wanna leave this place without leaving behind any memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might live, might not. so im just wryting that in case. and, i can rmb everything from the age of 5. so dont play play. i'll wryt my grievance in it. was wryting the part on friends and teachers when i cried again omigawddd. crying isn't gay. amandaFENG dont be so '3rd world-ist'. yeah, probably im emo, maybe im not. certainly not a masochist. nothing felt better then this 13 years. and i dont think i can reach 14, being a full 4 months shy of my bdae. you all get to keep your $ for my presents. aint you happyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so thats about it. another endless night. at this rate im really going to go berserk. 2 days of 0 sleep is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 8am now, i feel like going back to the past. nothing then. no frens, no school. freedom was great. at least i still can be a retard, wondering what is a wall. with no troubles, no burdens, and no need for me to tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont blame me for dao-ing you. cause there are alot of things on my mind that im thinking about. nothing perveted thou. yeah, so i might reply you later then normal. or i wont, cause i'd have to shout it all out. not going to shouttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think im crazy, just ignore this. im typing this for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme just sit there, wryt entries in my notebook, and reminiscence about my past lyfe. that'd be such peace. going to breakdown soon. you might wana know where i get so much tyme of my lyfe from. yeah, it's from those endless nights. small eyes? sorry, i had bigger eyes then you. stop critisicing me, no one loves to be criticised. i have small eyes, you have small breast. nothing's wrong about that. unless you're allergic to one with small stuff. then shoo- dont come near me. not long ago, i think, there's a JC student who killed himself because he thought he had a small penis even thou the doctor said it was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo, im crazy. i keep coming in this post, publish it, editing it, and publishing it again. and yes, enough of those sacarsm in my tagboard. my tagboard's innocent, why drag it into this. if you're really into sacarsm and irony, please, find another place. i dont need you. stop tagging those 'fuck(s)' in my tagboard and leave your name as anonymous. i could jolly-well go to your house, burn it down, and leave a note, ' Hi, i've burnt your house and im anonymous. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess you'd love that alot. i cant take sacarsm. everyday, i'd return home to check my tags, see lots of defamatory tags. if i really did make a collage of those screenshots i took, you all would be in trouble. for i've got all your IP addresses, and evidence. they're all against you. stop doing those meaningless things. it's really pointless. i might not be able to take sacarsm and irony, but those things don't pose any threats to me, now even lyfe seems pointless, if you really hate me that much, take a knife, stab me from the front. it's an agony living in pain everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know those ppl who tagged those sacarsm in my tagboard, i went to find out who you are. utterly disappointed in you. i shalln't blow this matter up. im have benevolent character. heh.&lt;br /&gt;im not so petty, so you might wana tag me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im born nihilist, rejection to all religion. so, dont force me into going your church. i was borned buddhist, im rejecting that too. i wana die a freethinker. dont question about my religion anymore. it's freethinker. and if you really want to know my bdate, it's right below my picture under profile, stop asking me when my bdae. i dont like hypocrisy, neither. might sound stern, it's not thou. im tired of people asking me when's my bdae, and on that day, i dont get anything, not even a phrase 'happy bdae!' it's only done when someone forces you to. sorry, but i dont like ppl being forced to do something too. it's plain stupid. sometimes, i might think, what's the use of living in this world, lyfe is so fragile. 1 small little knife which seemed like it posed no threats at all could actually take your lyfe and the tears of many with just 1 stab. and from the moment we're borned, especially those who weren't born with a silver spoon, we're forced to study, make ourselves useful. hypocrites, would then, suck up to those who're really smart. and those who're smart would then think they're everything, and start to act as thou he's boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who come from cps, that top scorer in our batch is one. tell him that, i dont care. he's such a nerd.  my friends, the only friends which i had during my primary school times, all went up to him just to lick his boots. it's really pissing to see that. i didnt have much friends in primary school, i was introverted. and 1 move from that wart took all my friends away. he's evil. e for 'evil.' oh yes, he had to get me into trouble always. he thinks it's funny. sitting beside him is such a chore. everytime i'd ask him a question on what are we supposed to do, he'd raise up his hands and say ' ms ***, guanzhi's trying to copy me. ' what on earth is he thinking? we havent even filled in any single crap in the worksheet, and im copying him. whoa, pro-ness. i was even almost ordered by the teacher to wear a dog's cap. those where you block the dog's view, and you can only look to the front. he's nothing better then zhulaide, trying to humiliate me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for my english, i know it's pathetic. if you cant stand it, dont read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, it's a byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114626919688152863?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114626919688152863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114626919688152863' title='0 Comments'/><link 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!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114624636399143971?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114624636399143971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114624636399143971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114624636399143971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114624636399143971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/dao-er.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114620911359685457</id><published>2006-04-28T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:25:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'll never stay too far from the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that was how he waited. 7:10, the school parade square was empty. everyone's so used to getting late nowadays D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight to the canteen for PE where we did 2.4km agaaainn. i jogg'd till the bus stop before i stopped and waited for yh&amp;zx D: was leading all the way till then THEN. then we walkeddd all the way to the dental and sprinted all the wayyyyy. whooo. fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fat thang was on course so we slackked for an hourrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video journalism, whoo. 44 roles by 5 people. that's the sole goal of the project. discussed about chinese poetry during HCI. gahhhh, boringggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat CARROT CAKE after school. and here i am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping, dont disturb. shhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me whether i should go for chalet for my skatinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the do-re-me-fa thing, im too good for her (: she's too degrading for me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114620911359685457?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114620911359685457/comments/default' title='Post 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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-24257832.post-114612443776851837</id><published>2006-04-27T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:53:57.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and i cant stand the pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i cant make it go away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, i cant stand the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've made my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no way to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lifes goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sick of this lyfe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want to scream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.O Nathan was officially appointed as president and MP for clementi constituency for winning the ballot today. whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaa-day was crap. boring + boring + more boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. go sleep le. asta la vista babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/IMSHUAIcan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;charmaine thinks im shuai too :)&lt;/em&gt;&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/24257832-114612443776851837?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114612443776851837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'why?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's nostalgic, let him go. be no more a ruffian. dont be nihilistic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher didn't liked his idea. it was rejected. four times, a total of four times. why. why must they do this. just because it was a simple idea, it doesn't mean that it didn't have any creativity in it. neoplastics are much more un-creative then he is. fancy one growing on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;em&gt;your idea takes less then 5 steps to finish, try something else and i'll consider it.&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' make compartments, it's too plain. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' use more creativity in it, and i'll consider. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' let me consider it first. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his friends had all gotten their ideas approved and are working on their stuff. he just gets to sit there. staring into mid-air. people unaware of this might think he's an introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking around, he saw his friends, making bits and pieces out of the given materials. he? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' &lt;em&gt;unfair, this is so unfair, girls gets their ideas approved without any troubles, boys have to explain so much to get approved.&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving up, he sat there. brainstorming, trying hard to improvise on it. his brain cells were all dead. there was nothing at all. no ideas. not even a tiny sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a deep breath, he went up, to the other teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day, he was practically sleeping, nothing else. then it was rehearsal. as usual, everyone got a scolding from that slab of fat who was given authority for nothing. useless, a total bitch. he went down. in spite of the drizzle. ran, ran, ran. that's what the whole group of people did the whole session. there wasn't any breaks. conditions were worse then ever. the instructors were useless. they did not meant what the speak of. all he could trust, was his own in eyes. time's up. horrible session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school life was purely pathetic; for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114604766225504050?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114604766225504050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114604766225504050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114604766225504050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114604766225504050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-hes-nostalgic-let-him-go.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114596832209593858</id><published>2006-04-25T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:39:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;anyone with any last words for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im going to leave this pathetic place called earth anytime soon;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;satan wants me in his damned boiling cauldron,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whooo, im going to get boiled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'End his lyfe, make it miserable, a slow death.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he got hit in my leg, and his first tear in seven years dropped. for no reason, he just teared. the feeling he got was nothing he've experienced before. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'that's your first tear! hell, it's precious, keep it!' a voice with a irony tone said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stared at him, with much hatred in his eyes. he was in pain, and there came such a sacarsm. then there was this apology, which kept caming none stop. irritated. his mood. the teacher was attending a meeting, she did not came. and when this guy wanted to walk, a sudden jolt of pain damned his leg. the left leg. he fell onto a chair nearby, and groaned. groaned in pain, groaned in anger. he was furious and he felt pathetic. why, why must this happen to him. out of the 6.5 billion population on earth, why must this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy who loved sports, was suddenly deprived of it. tolerance, or rather perserverance, was what he depended on each day. as much as he was in agony, he didn't show it. the happy-go-lucky mood, made people think he's doing fine. lessons sometimes were bad. for he, would be trying hard to resist the pain while the teacher was speaking. letters, words, whatever that the teacher preached went into the left ear and came out from the right. as hard as he might try, the best he could do was nothing. teachers didn't appreciate him. thinking that he's a hopeless guy. yes, he's hopeless. whatever you may say. he don't care. your critiscm, your sacarsm, he didn't take it to heart. yet they took him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people thought he's a masochist, but he wasn't. he wasn't a brute either. people were just getting the wrong impressions of him. maybe it's because of the actions he does, the words he speak, and the way he behaves. from the first day he attended school, nine years back, he wasn't like he was today. just a child who didn't knew much, and didn't spoke much. trying hard not to to get into trouble, trying hard to get a easy life, there would always be some nemesis, getting him into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was his friends, the internet, that exposed him to the dark side of the world. the internet showed him how people were starving at the other end of the world, how many people are living in poverty, but he could do nothing to help them. the truth? he could not even help himself. like any other humans, he hated to be chided. and like anyone with emotions, he would cry. not a sissy, crying doesn't make you one. it's just that 'cool' people says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who are ignorant would call him gay. though he wasn't very happy with that comment. he learnt to live with it. try as he may, there would still be some people who belonged to the third world who'd still give him this pathetic comment. third world people lives by the moral of pot calling kettle blacks. and they think it's 'cool' to do that. but they themselves don't see that they're much worse then what they called people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puberty didn't reach him as early as other guys. and his voice, was the worse hit. people began calling him names with that as a reason. but why couldn't he just say, ' &lt;em&gt;your chest is flat &lt;/em&gt;' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumour, so what? does that mean you could go around spreading he has this? making him so embarrassed? buying drinks in the canteen seem like an easy task to a normal human. but people who he did not know, would crowd around him, look at his leg, and ask, ' &lt;em&gt;where is the tumour harh&lt;/em&gt;? ' do i go around asking them, ' &lt;em&gt;where is your breast harh?&lt;/em&gt; ' no one does that. there's no reason why you should ask someone a question like this. nicknames, all filled with irony. things like &lt;em&gt;'tumour boy'&lt;/em&gt; began to appear. how would you like it, if you were &lt;em&gt;'blessed' &lt;/em&gt;with a tumour and people called you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he beats people up. for reasons. valid ones. seems like no one knows what's the meaning of 'valid.' gangsterism? nope. he visits prostitutes? nope. why malign that poor guy? unless you've seen it. then he'd have nothing to say. you've seen it? don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those occasional remarks that he knows everything just because he knows more then you? fun to accuse people? is that what you do in the supreme court? you'd be charged for that slander. that defamatory. that accusation. it's not funny. ain't funny at all. they're pushing it too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he suck in his academical stuff. doesn't mean you could insult him by showing off your marks. he don't give a damn, seriously. what's the point of this lousy paper that shows your results? seriously, what's it for. he tears it, you're dead. stupid people could be hardworking and score well academically. but when they get to work in the society, they'd find it hard to cope. stress? bullshit. it's their own doing. grads don't even get decent salaries. what's the point? he suck, but you suck more. this world is much too realistic for him to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers preach, teachers scold. not that he's not concentrating. not that he's computer-addicted. it's just that you teachers don't understand a single shit. making fun of others to bring humour? &lt;em&gt;we are not amused. &lt;/em&gt;scolding helps? bullshits. you only make students hate you more. taking revenge on students because you didn't do your job well? go ram a wall. it's the best for you. go get a brain tumour. he dont need you. you're crap. you teach for the sake of teaching. preaching to yourself. talking like you're whispering. what are you? teacher? i think you're more of a money-face. reading from the textbook, he knows how to do that too. why not he take over your job. critiscm? go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he has no more worries. for his time is about to be up. he's going down, down and down. soon, you'll not see him anymore. fifty years later, you'd even forget about his existence. who'd weep for him when he's gone? those sacarsm? those irony? leave it for yourself. he don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there, thirteen years of lyfe. going down the hot, molten core of the realistic world, the boiling cauldron stands there, awaiting his descent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO NOT REFER ME AS EMO FOR WRYTING THIS, IF YOU'RE NOT HAPPY, JUST [X] !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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whole day after the run cause im down with a flu before it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay had bio test. yay sure fail. yay had maths. yay mr ng pms. yay i think i failed my maths badly. yay cause mr ng today bushuang me. yay he ask me question. yay i dunno how to answer. yay i was given 1sec to reply him. yay i took 1min to reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay had chem afterwards. yay i finally understood a little bit of chem. yay the chem teacher wasted 20min discussing when can we take 20min to discuss a test paper. yay we wasted alot of time during chem. yay my chem wksht is with melvin. yay geog was super slack. yay we did nothing but only workbook. yay mr tan is teaching eugene how to jio huiqin. yay i dunnid teacher teach also know. yay im so smart. yay im smarter then you. yay. yay. yay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114589461886752436?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114589461886752436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114589461886752436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114589461886752436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114589461886752436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP T.T.T.T.T.T.T.T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114579469751928834?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114579469751928834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114579469751928834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114579469751928834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114579469751928834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/mint-replied-my-sms-im-so-happy-t.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114577974756130795</id><published>2006-04-23T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:29:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is Pornography?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISCLAMER - read before reading others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Defination to Pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- Some Quotes on what famous people thinks of Pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- Why Pornography?&lt;br /&gt;- The Concerns.&lt;br /&gt;- What people think about Pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- Futures of Pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- Author's Note.&lt;br /&gt;- Credits on this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By reading this article (i.e. Why Pornography?), you hereby automatically agree to the following :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i.) That i made stuff up. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, whatever we write is fictitious, and any resemblance to real life, including but not limited to persons (living or dead), companies, and organisations, is purely coincidental. You would also have read this disclaimer before reading the other segments of this article, regardless of wording size, or even fonts. Had you been careless and not read this disclaimer, I will not be held at any responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ii.) Whatever is published here is solely of my own personal opinion and does not represent any institution, organisation (both political and non-political), corporation, business or any other independent individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iii.) 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SHOULD THE READER NOT AGREE TO THE PROVISIONS STATED ABOVE, YOUR SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE REMEDY IS TO DISCONTINUE YOUR USE OF THIS WEBSITE IMMEDIATELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guanzhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FutureBarrister.Blogpsot.Com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Defination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por·nog·ra·phy &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3DPornography"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( P ) Pronunciation Key (pôr-ngr-f)n.&lt;br /&gt;Sexually explicit pictures, writing, or other material whose primary purpose is to cause sexual arousal.&lt;br /&gt;The presentation or production of this material.&lt;br /&gt;Lurid or sensational material: “Recent novels about the Holocaust have kept Hitler well offstage [so as] to avoid the... pornography of the era” (Morris Dickstein).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some Quotes on what famous people thinks of Pornography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If they were to take all of the porn off of the Internet, I'm pretty sure there would be only one site left and it would be called "Bring Back the Porn"”&lt;br /&gt;~ Oscar Wilde on Porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came, I saw, I came again."&lt;br /&gt;~ Julius Caesar on Porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First Emma Come, Then I Come and Then the asses come together.."&lt;br /&gt;~ Luigi on spelling Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you look at the way pornography has been run, it has been run like a plantation, and you know what I'm talking about."&lt;br /&gt;~ Hillary Clinton on pornography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex and Socks make the world go round"&lt;br /&gt;~ Phil Osophy on porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love pornography so much that I starred in several porn films... with your mother."&lt;br /&gt;~ Bill Clinton on viagra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're under 18, it's not called pornography, it's called an education."&lt;br /&gt;~ User:Bloopy on Pornography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why Pornography?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pornography is to the mind what drugs and alcohol are to the body. It causes a person to be out of control emotionally. In that condition, all decisions are bad and some young people can be marred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pornography can trigger a powerful sexual response in all males&lt;br /&gt;- Teenage boys are easily enticed by pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- All research data suggests the long term effects of pornography are not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Concerns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All the boys at school use pornography regularly.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm afraid of being called "gay" if I don't join in with the others.&lt;br /&gt;- Friends have been called "frigid" for not indulging in pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- I need to use pornography to test if I'm "gay" or "straight".&lt;br /&gt;- Boys use pornography to test whether a friend is "gay" or "straight".&lt;br /&gt;- Masturbation is better using pornography.&lt;br /&gt;- A man told me a normal boy at my age should be into women's underware catalogues and Playboy magazines.&lt;br /&gt;- Every where you look we are bombarded by sexual images (sex sells!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What People Think About Pornography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think it should be censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Futures of Pornography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will have a bright future with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Author's Note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pornography, fuck yourself. Get lost. Heh. Pictures? Arent able to post them. Blogger.com hates porn. Rawr. The disclaimer is longer then the post itself. Tough luck. Do not refer me as emo for writing this post. I rock more then you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wikipedia.org Dictionary.com boysunderattack futurebarrister.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114577974756130795?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114577974756130795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114577974756130795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114577974756130795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114577974756130795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-pornography-contents-disclamer.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114571429369926778</id><published>2006-04-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:58:14.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lift up your skirts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say some sanskrit~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm suffering from a broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's as broken as your split-up butt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9, flirted till 1. set off for jurong, but took the wrong train. went back again, waited for long. boring-ness till the end. and i went 'gong'. waited for them. the charbos, thats them. boring wait. they took long. stupid wang heshuang. set off from house at 1. knowing she stays at woodlands. still came out at 1. we're supposed to meet at 1. she's just plain dumbbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some books at popular. wanted to buy some. im a poor boy. in the end i got none. got pangseh'd by eugene and huiqin. they went to pai tuo. they left without me. i was all alone. like omfg, i finally saw the 3 charbos. waited so long. they finally come. left for Jurong entertainment centre. went to the hut. the hut that sold pizza. it wasnt at all fun. paid lots of money. got an empty stomach. pizza wasnt filling. but it was better then none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the train. prepared to send mint and her frens off again. we thought we might be late. but we still made it today. saw mint. she was so pretty today. i want to leave for thailand. but its a long trip ahead. took some pictures with mint. but she ran away. stupid yileen was the culprit. who put my arms on the shoudlers. she got so shocked. she screamed and ran away. ah. now i only have 1 pic. the one i took today. i helped them with their lagguage. aint i really kind eh. they left after taking loads of photos. i didnt know what to say. it was so sudden. 1 week has passed. they came and they left. how sad, how gosh. i went in their bus. it was very dark. there was no light at all. i wonder why why why. mint hid away from me. i didnt saw her on the bus. what i heard was whooo(s) when i boarded the bus. the thai girls all knew me. and they shouted for mint aghast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they finally left, and we didnt manage to see them wave us goodbye. the bus had a black layer on its window. it's purely blocking us. the uncle who organised this trip. came to us. he said he's trying to ask. our vice-principal to send us, to thailand. for another xchange prog. i think he's just out to kidnap us. for why would anyone be so daft. was so heartbroken. she was gone. no more sights of her maybe, maybe for my life. left lion city hotel. got to run. staying there brings back painful memories. oh, aghast, aghast, aghast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to JE. took some neoprints. it was so ghay. the waiting was horrible. they played ghay songs. i was mentally tortued. the times for each photo was short. and we had to rush around like mad dogs. there was this little girl. who peeped at us. we took our neoprints. she looked at us. she ran when she saw me. looking at her. my hair was all messed up, during the shots. i was like, omg. got the pic afterwards. got to duplicate it. 7 copies, im like so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to food court. after the picture was caught. it wasnt any supreme court, just a normal court with food. didnt ate anything. just sat there and crapped. it was boring. thou i never slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were talking about next year. they planned ahead. sec 3, im going to run 400m in 55seconds. wait till i survive my operation. cause its no circumsision. should i take triple science or double. i guess double. i suck in everything. nothing's my forte. just get on with life. as peaceful, as normal. guess that all for today. there's nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love hath no man; swee bo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114571429369926778?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114571429369926778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114571429369926778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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didn't get any scolding today, miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had journalism stuff after recess and joel the instructor told us alot of his life stories. whooo. ate some stuff which i forgot what that was and went to play bball till 1pm before leaving for the stadium for sports day on bus 188. saw this really pro girl on those 'walking-sticks' running to the bus. the bus driver was kind enough to wait for her and delay 2 buses behind us. the smrt bus driver was pissed at the trans bus driver thou. you could see the expression from the bangla face of the smrt bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the stadium and we had to squeeze into 2 rows of seat for 39 students. 1 row = 20 students. omfg, pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day wasn't interesting at all. the only interesting parts were seeing 'B' boys sprint 100m, 200m, 400m and relays. 'B' boys made the crowd go wilddddd. had a mass run after sports day. thou not everyone run. some lazy ones slacked on the seats. zzz. i sprinted the whole 400m and left my class behind yay! eugene was holding the class flag when he got tired and passed it to me, lmao. heh, was forced to leave the stadium after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to JP after sports day and ate at cyrstal jadeee with sk&amp;hs&amp;amp;eugene&amp;joel&amp;amp;sr&amp;jane&amp;amp;xy&amp;ht.&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl of la mian = $7. but the bowl was abit to extravagant. it was larger then my head for goodness' sake. went down to B1 to chat with them after that where i did lots of obscene acts. i love obscene stuff. went home aftr that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta la vista, baby (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114562381085627694?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114562381085627694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114562381085627694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114562381085627694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114562381085627694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114552269532368147</id><published>2006-04-20T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:44:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I miss you so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I long for your touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear whispers in the night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're telling me everything will be alright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/Heartbroken-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Heartbroken-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I awoke, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried for so long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll hide the pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my smiles and laughs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stare at your picture,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all I have left,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because now you are no longer mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was changed by you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me want to live,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to be your everything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres only so much I can do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I saw you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt something deep inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it feels like there's nothing left,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I have is tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these changes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I try to talk to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm not getting through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/Heartbroken-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Heartbroken-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much pain in my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres so much drama,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a million thoughts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your not on my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted was to say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a picture with mint. finally. but she was forced by her teacher. LOlX. cheeky cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;when i stood beside mint. everyone went 'WHOOO~' and stared at me; omfg. mr phua and mr tan was looking at me taking pic with mint. and you all veh kuazhang. take like 50+ camera all shoot me. whoa, i big star le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys said my ears went fucking red and her face went fucking red when we took the pic. but i didnt notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan more cheeky la. go find thai teacher take pic seh seh seh. mr tan i help you print out the pic then give you o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. then we ran like madcows down the slippery stairs to send them off;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the porch after that. i was forced to wave them goodbye. the thais ignored me thou T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/heartbroken-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/heartbroken-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girls went &lt;em&gt;'chase the bus! chase the bus!' &lt;/em&gt;i think you're calling for me to chase the bus. in the end the girls went to chase the bus and i ran with them. yonghui bravest seh. run above us then jump off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that might be the last time we're seeing them. thou we might be sending em off for their 100hour trip back to thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i saw the pics, i looked stupid. omfg. SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114552269532368147?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114552269532368147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114552269532368147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114552269532368147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114552269532368147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-you-so-much-and-i-long-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114544788575445623</id><published>2006-04-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:58:05.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i love PINK, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you love MINT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're a happy family~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ow, i'm so heart-broken'd .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan didn't came today, a extra relief teacher came in his place. but mr cheng was down in d&amp;t room waiting for us. he came to find us soon after;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr cheng was doing some demo; and I STAND'D near to the thai girls. but they're like allergic to me, i go near, they run far. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such failure, omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i still prefer local delights; thai stuff are too spicy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, i sat near the thai girls, they tried running away. omfg am i scary? IM SOOO INNOCENT. who spreaded the words that i liked thais? GIRLS DID IT. OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene did say 'HI' to MINT. mint came with a giggle and a slight nod. cool seh o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our test during mother tongue, so the thais are busy sleeping behind the class. rawr, another failure for my test (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english; peter tan made us stand. for being noisy. but i was day-dreaming. how could someone who's busy day-dreaming be making any noise? then zhaoan and liwei turned behind and peter tan insisted we're talking to em. lol i was stand-dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thais left after english. I SAID HI BUT NO ONE BOTHERS TO REPLY ME. OMFG T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was boring maths was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we chiong'd down to eat. I SAW THE THAIS. in home-clothes. mint looks like a guy. pink looks pink-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, im some kind of a rapist. i went near mint and her group of friends. they giggled and ran away. omfg T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the toilet and went back the same way, again they ran OMFG T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP so sucks. we had so much rest that we could actually play a bball match. shiok seh. i shot more then 8, 3 pointers. and alot other more 2/1 pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy, who acted smart. he told us to ran. but mr loh said dont run yet. then i went back. then mr loh said run. omfg i havent even returned to my position. and we ran like idiots during the ndp rehearsal. blahblah yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bball match after ndp, we thrashed 208 by alot of scores. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asta la vista, baby-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waltzing matilda~ waltzing matilda~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114544788575445623?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114544788575445623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114544788575445623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114544788575445623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114544788575445623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-pink-you-love-mint.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114535525135751436</id><published>2006-04-18T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:15:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;charbo charbo i wan you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charbo charbo wo ai ni~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charbo charbo come to meee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charbo charbo AI SI NI~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horhor, lianglaoshi bored the thailand charbos today by forcing us to write formal letter in chinese. chinese formal letter is exactly the same as english formal letter lol. anyway who will be so wuliao go send letter to compliment bus driver lor. i'd rather spend my time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt; mdm noridah come back to 211 PLEASE T.T&lt;br /&gt;211 is dying under the hands of that zuraida fucktard. macbeth so chim, and she expects us to understand when she didn't even bother explaining. search google for macbeth? yeah; there're millions of article on macbeth, with each containing the same information. you made the class go into a state of embarrasment with the thai charbo in our class. omfg you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a life PLEASE. this coupon is for you, but its expired. go back to the past and use it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/get-a-life-01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="380" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/get-a-life-01.0.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got visitors you still make ppl stand cause they dont understand? omfg no life la. kns. you PMS then go home vent anger on your family. dont come to school make us suffer hell you bullshit. knn a few months ago you said you know teachers scold us, we go home and vent our angers on blogs. those things we type make you laugh. i didnt type anything about you since then. only thing i typed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/get-a-life-01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was ZURAIDA SUCKS. yeah, thats it. see my post lor, already biased against me anyway. knn everytime see me bushuang. wtf i do? ghay your husband sibo. knn your husband so ugly give you la. at least mdm noridah also better. thinking skills her period but she used her period to teach and explain to us about macbeth. YOU? didnt even bother to xplain. knn go home la cheebai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR, I SWEAR, SO WHAT? not happy dont read, then click the [x] above (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to noridah, i'll have a better time writing the fucking 300-word report we're going to write about macbeth. zzz. dont hand in tmr? 600 words lor. still dont hand in? 1200 words lor. zuraida, lemme tell you. this post contains more then 3000+ words after its finished. so, you cant tortue me, since I ROCKKK YOU STONE. oh yes, and for the caring teacher award? we wont be voting for yer, dont worry, you wont get the honour of winning that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess was bio, sexual education again. i wonder why those thais bother coming to singapore. they're just boring themselves out during our lessons. we singaporeans understand what the teachers are talking about and we ourselves are getting mentally tortued by teacher's chanting. i cant imagine what life is for the thais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music was great; except for the opera watching part. i dont understand dialect; owww im pathetic. we sung the hornayee song again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he fuck'd and he fuck'd and he waited till his penis CUMM'D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll go mii-fuckka, mii-fuckka with meeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thais didnt understand; if not they'd be laughing like shit. and those thais charbo kept staring at me/eugene. omfg scary. like 14 pairs of eyes looking at you and laghing. rawr. and the PINK BAG GIRL. she's the chio-est among the thais. tmr all the boys go interact with thais! we aint got to know em yet eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm yip was the only teacher who interacted with the thai charbos. at least she bothers to. and that chiobu spoke. her voice is BETTER THEN YOURS. got back history test; and i PASSED. today go buy 4D, 1120! me give de sacred number. wahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noridah was explaining to us abt macbeth during thinking skils..so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;acc suck'd. the teacher crapp'd and crapp'd and bored the whole class for 1 whole period. imagine sitting there, listening to a crapp crapp. omfg, a nightmare worse then a nightmare. i wrote disfigured calligraphy anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths remedial, i think i was day-dreaming thru-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have went for table-tennis. someone infected me with his/her virus. im sick! rawr. now im sick in my mind and body. mentally&amp;physically. can anyone be more sick then me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stayed back in school cause it was raining fucking heavily. we played waterrrr. drawing arrows with waterrr all over the school. FUN + FUN = FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to wryt my 300 word report, if not it'll double;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114535525135751436?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114535525135751436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114535525135751436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114535525135751436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114535525135751436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/charbo-charbo-i-wan-you-charbo-charbo.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114528818146616909</id><published>2006-04-17T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:36:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my fringe's a lil too long,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's just like some kind of peculiar throngs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the time it was 7:20;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE was still getting ready,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for school; at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 periods of lessons were taken up today, including the sacred 1/2 hour we have for our PE. laus, thais and hongkong xchange students(?) came to our school; we're such hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thais were late; maybe they were caught in a jam? maybe they had some fun last night o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took up alot of time cause the thais were late. we sat there like idiots waiting for them. so meanwhile, we watched a short clip on nan hua, which was shown many times before..it was boring. so, when this video ended, the emcee got a call that the thais reached and held the session to wait for the thais. another period of boredom;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they still managed to come nh in 1 piece. hooray for em. typed with a pinch of sacarsm, it's purely for the thais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the principal made a speech at the auditorium about the stay of these foreign students. and he paid particular attention to the girl's skirt, i wonder whyy. typed with a pinch of suspicion, it's purely for the principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we're supposed to get dismissed and we'd have PE. but the laus insisted on doing their presentation. their english wasn't anyway superb, but at least they could speak english and we couldn't speak lau. the presentation was boring, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the visitors get to eat some pastries while we had to stay there to attend to them. i wanted to pinch some too and asked laoshi. but she insisted to let the visitors have them first and we could get the leftovers, i got scolded for this; but, those fucking nh girls kept tooking pastries saying it's for their buddies. hell yeah, your buddy drinks 4 packets of green tea at once yeah? she has 4 stomachs like a cow that she needs 4 plates of pastries eh? raawrr. this teaches you, never be honest like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't care much about thais, there weren't any prettaye girls. went to play a rough match of bball soon after and i injured alot of the players. wahaaha, im good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology, the thais didnt understand any single shit, you could see that. they were bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were forced to take the maths test in spite the prescence of the thais in class. as the thais would be even more bored if there was a test. mrnggg suggested they should take the test too. whoa, i wonder if they would be as smart as me. cause i've never passed a test before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they left after maths, wonder where they went. chem was utterly boring; pure-boring-ness. mrs foo was speaking so fast she was driving us to the other end of the world. it was mental tortue listening to her teach. mamima too. she's speaking so softly gawd knows what she's trying to say. furthermore, she was reading straight from the slides. omfg, i can be a teacher too, hell yeah? the slides were pathetic, too. it was conjested. i mean, powerpoints are supposed to be kept at a min. amount of words if im not wrong. isn't that how teachers judge your presentations? the reason why microsoft made powerpoint is to keep presentations as simple as possible; not complicated like your slides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for geog, mr tan wasn't supposed to come. he came insisting that he shouldn't let go the double period he's having with us. and he left halfway thru cause he needs a rest. stay at home better ma. gastric flu dont come school. /sacarsm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played bball after school and there was a heavy rain not long after; claps of thunder posed no threat to the brave ME. bolts of lighting came down from the sky and they were like lightbulbs exploding, posing no threat at all. it was no kick, and i told the thunder to GO HOME LA. my prescence posed a threat for the weather, but they weren't scared. bullshits;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh&amp;zx&amp;amp;keith stayed back with me in school. i couldn't wait for the weather to get better as i was VERY sleepy. called my mother to fetch me instead. it was yh's fone. keith snatched the phone away from me soon after. i thought he needed it. but i didn't realise he was deleting an impt. piece of evidence that would make keith into a member of mario-brothers! aww! nevermind, we have witnesses showing he deleted the video, thats ME. silence me if you may, but truth will always prevail. for justiceLOH is always there. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh&amp;zx&amp;amp;keith insisted on getting a ride to the mrt station from my mother. but it wasn't at all shun-lu, or rather, my ride home wouldn't even pass by any stations. so, they didn't get any rides from me. being persistent, they took their bags and waited with me outside. but before they came, my mother came and the boys were hot on my heels(?) they were practically cahsing me to get a ride. the rain aided to my run, as i slided thru the long way from the canteen to the front gate. at the last part, i slided and landed on water, making me look bloody impressive. even i, was amazed at my speed. LOL. they couldn't catch up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept straight till 10pm where i woke up for my DEAR. dachangjin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, I HAVENT BATHE SO ... TA-TA;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114528818146616909?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114528818146616909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114528818146616909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114528818146616909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114528818146616909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-fringes-lil-too-long-its-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114518635950983494</id><published>2006-04-16T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T04:33:09.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/Image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                 kiss my dinner;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;I THANK $$ for this meal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a sunday&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to post about; and im not bothered to;&lt;br /&gt;im just lazy; today's depressing; i don't know why too.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just take someone else's post and post it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to: &lt;a href="http://www.zhebineverything.blogspot.com"&gt;www.zhebineverything.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the following is not written by me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Just Say That, If You Are A Pauper Or A Poor Fuck, Don't Bring Up A Kid Lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And I think you lose the right to give birth to one too. I mean, cheebye, if you already can't live in comfort, what offspring is there to talk about? Don't say you can just get by okay you know, I am saying unless you earn.. say, in Singapore's standard, at least 20k ( edited by me )/month, then don't fucking have sex and give birth to one unlucky child. You are doing him/her an unjustice. He/she will be glad to stay in heaven and wait for a better place to get pampered in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Love your ass. Don't say love is all you need. Yes you need love, but he/she needs money to get by. Don't fucking make me laugh.If you don't have the money to let him/her get the occasional X-boxes or Disney On Ice trips, don't fucking give birth to one.If you don't have the means to bring him/her abroad for vacations during his/her holidays, don't fucking give birth to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the money to give him/her tuition if he/she needs help academically, please don't even have the cheek to force him/her to stay home and study. And use corporal punishment if he/she refuses. He/she didn't have a choice in his/her birth. Because other kids will make him/her feel so damn bad. Don't say that adversity can breed strength. Cos ccb that's not gonna make your child feel better.Money does. Remember, it's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, $$$$.So I am kinda sick because I don't understand why poor assholes like me, but not me, still wanna have kids. Fuck. They won't understand what it is like for kids nowadays to be poor.Cos back then, unless you own a pineapple farm or rubber plantation, you can't be rich. Everyone's poor. Now, everybody's rich. The rich gets richer and the poor poorer. So do the young lives some justice - don't give birth to any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and be a moral police and tell me there are others stuffs besides money that are important. Yes, very funny. I know that the child can always make it big without money and be a super-duper capable guy/girl. But, seriously, the parents have a choice. Knn. Selfish fucks. They didn't spare a thought for the child at all, lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lah, anybody has given a thought how the child feels? I mean of cos I don't blame the parents for being poor as there may be many circumstances you know as to why. But wtf giving birth to a child is a choice. And I fucking condemn it lor.Now don't get me started on stupid people combining genes to make one ultra-stupid bastard.And this post is not by me, it is by my angry fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zhebineverything.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.zhebineverything.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;the following is written by my fingers too; not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah; that's it. i myself do support this post. it's very true. sometimes its depressing to see the occassional warts changing new phones and new mp3 every month and me using a fucking iPod mini with a fucking old hp. i dont like to claim money from parents, not that they cant afford it . and some ppl dont even have those. okayy, dont talk about those. my parents are so busy i dont even get a fucking trip overseas while some fuckers get to go safari trips that costs $20k+ each person. wtf? too much money? kanasai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/poverty-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much money? donate to ppl who needs it. ( other then fucking cheena eldery cause they make life difficult for me ) africa ppl dying of hunger and those fucking uncles in kopitiam use their stinky money buy cigarretes to shorten their life. and those fuckers who are 60yrs old ++&lt;br /&gt;stop paying teenagers to have sex with you you fuckers. nb i see girls let you fuck for money until i see uncle in kopitiam also want bawx you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/poverty-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wassup with the desperation for branded goods? adidas? nike? bullshit. all made in cheena. kns. i buy some cheena goods also cheaper. adidas goods made in cheena? italy nvm. CHEENA? wth you want. sell so ex you gimme fucking made in cheena arse goods? fuck you la. worse; nike. 2 soccer ball; 1 with siggy from a famous soccer player; like beckham. another 1 same design; just being deprived of the lil siggy. the one with siggy costs $500. the one without costs $20. wtf? its just like 1 guy whose father is a president; another guy, his father is a lets say any normal working guy. the son whose father is a president, no matter wad he do also wont get scolded, wont get owned by parents; not deprived of anything. the one whose father is a normal working guy? he gets deprived of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the corruption thats going on? the nkf son of a bitch incident? ppl donate money you go buy golden tampui. YOUR SHIT GOLD AH? must sit on gold then you happy sibo? limpeh give you my shit eat ah nabei. knn ppl financial problem need money we donate you use the money for your golden tampui? fuck you la cheebai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr durian from ex-nkf; this is for you (: &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/ihb_sticker_sucksad_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those rich warts whose mother drive bmw series 7 to school and still owns a mini cooper. tell your mama sell that fucking car. you're practically wasting the earth's resource by driving such a big car that consumes petrol like its drinking water. use the money for some better purpose. many ppl are homeless for fucks sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those cheebai who buys ben&amp;jerry/marche ice-cream. too much money to spend? gime la. 1 scoop $7? lol fuck you. i go make chocolate ice-cream sell you 1 scoop $120129312. cheap sehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/poverty-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wads with the 'everyone in orchard has adidas or nike shoe trend'? at the rate ppl are buying stuff; i have no reason to see why our economy sucks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the reason why ppl nowadays are so materialistic. i mean; nike; one tick at the shoe and the price goes up by so much? it's like it'll go up by 600%! just for 1 fucken tick! i dont see how those ticks make the shoe more comfortable or nicer. your shoe design still sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/poverty-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not some kind of matured talk here; but something serious. countries are in serious poverty and here we are; materialistic-ism. whoa; mercs seh. rich guy; i want make fren with him. uhhh wads with this? i stay in a 3-storey house; so what. ITS so fucken ghay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl finding food from trash. and you're having your food at restaurants with a fucken bowl of noodle costing $15. do you fucking know $50 can support a african family for a whole fucking month? lets say your whole family goes to wadever restaurant in orchard; a bowl a noodles shud costs around $15; 1 family 5 person how much already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay; dont believe me. go yahoo.com. search 'poverty' on image searching. you'll see how many picture comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my blog's top right corner; make poverty history. povery sucks; seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither do i feel like typing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114518635950983494?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114518635950983494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114518635950983494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114518635950983494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114518635950983494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/kiss-my-dinner-i-thank-for-this-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114511407984942041</id><published>2006-04-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:14:42.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/parang.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/parang.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 of you want dan tiao de prepare to face my parang ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd hand just bought from my blacksmith mr ngo today x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114511407984942041?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114511407984942041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114511407984942041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114511407984942041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114511407984942041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/4-of-you-want-dan-tiao-de-prepare-to.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114510137285131793</id><published>2006-04-15T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T05:09:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeding 'professional' advice; i've changed my shoelace to both red; which looks like THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had to put the middle finger; the shoes look cooler with that (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: selling black shoe-laces! thin, sexy kind. looks brand new. used 0 times ! as good as new~ only selling for SGD$1.90. interested parties please msn me (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pic below~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;for SGD$1.90; the set includes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 pair of black shoe-lace, original 'thick laces' tag and a 77th street small bag. goods sold are non-refundable. i accept the shoe-lace back for no charge if you hate it that much (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114510137285131793?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114510137285131793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114510137285131793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114510137285131793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114510137285131793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/heeding-professional-advice-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114509947339804182</id><published>2006-04-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T04:11:18.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;tick-tock; tick-tock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goes the lil' dilly dally clock;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the boy looked at his watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was; by that time THREE O'clock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE; the time where i set off for bradell ! to get my table-tennis cum P.E pants (:&lt;br /&gt;on the escalator to the mrt; i saw 2 charbo. very ah-lian kind. somemore got hole drilled above nostrils to put those stylo-milo rings. and i guess they were only like 8; cause they looked small; is small and feels small. their height was around my...dick area. should be 8..okay; on the mrt trip from clementi to raffles ( after which switching train to red line ), i saw some ngee ann students. there they were discussing about how great their course was; and making their friends go cock-a-doodle-doo across the train with some funny actions. however; we were not amused, as the queen's famous saying goes. dorhhh; i left them after raffles and the journey was boring &amp; long. the shop had to operate at such a far place, where is justice for people living in the west zone? i realised on the mrt; after the red line esp, there are a lot more malays &amp; indians. the green lines were filled with more chinese; i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what's that; yeah, it's bradell station. the whole station with me in it x) okay; to be truthful to you guys; i own the bradell station, so if there's any trips i need to make to bradell everyone has to clear this route for me ! LOlx; jk. the station looked as thou it was deserted; totally pathetic. it should be worse then buangkok station. if you're working on plentium 1; i don't think you'd know what's that. just recall -&gt; WHITEE elephants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got my stuff; 2 butterfly table-tennis cum PE pants; but i decided it's not enuff and gotten another pants; so total, i've spent SGD$30 there, with each pants costing SGD$10. CHEAP RIGHT. butterfly is branded in table-tennis worldddd (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the trip back; bradell mrt somehow came to life but it's still half-dead, i guess. cause it looked like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah; the whole station with FOUR people; including me, the one taking the picture, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so..after the bradell thingy; i went to somerset. where i went to heerens' specially just to buy red shoelaces for my newlyyy modified shoes. i bought black yesterday but guess it wasn't colourful enough for me ehhh. so now my shoe has 2 shoelace on it; 1 red 1 black. IT doesnt make a pair. so FORCE ME but im not going to say A PAIR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's this advertisement on raffles or city hall or orchard; i forgot where. that looked like THIS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this picture aint clear; cause im using my VGA phone. YEP VGA. ARE YOU JEALOUS? MY FONE HAS A VGA CAM. and yours has a 2 mega pixel one T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just tell me what the fuck the answer is. i cant figure it out! is there even such a company ?! you're supposed to figure out what on earth that advertisement is. i mean like, wtf? it's an advert and you want ppl to figure it out for you? just come straight to the point; why DILLY DALLY. unless it's some erotic stuff o.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got home after that; and modified my table-tennis shoe. gave it a make-over. and it still sucked. cant figure out what's missing; and, someone tell me if my shoe looks nicer with red shoelaces or black shoelaces and one black one red. or if you prefer to break my FRAGILE heart; say , &lt;em&gt;neither, face it dude, you suck bad, your taste suck, you suck, give up; throw your fucking shoes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'll be so heart-broken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thIS is my shoe, with red and black laces; tell me which one's nicer (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know what you'll say thou; IM NICER! RIGHT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114509947339804182?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114509947339804182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114509947339804182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114509947339804182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114509947339804182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/tick-tock-tick-tock-goes-lil-dilly.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114502093005232036</id><published>2006-04-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:22:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/Dilbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/Dilbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;doing this in school might help skipping school for no obvious reasons (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114502093005232036?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114502093005232036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114502093005232036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114502093005232036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114502093005232036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/doing-this-in-school-might-help.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114502016544575206</id><published>2006-04-14T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:09:28.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;day in day out; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this little nanhuarian woke up today at nine o'clock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went to chinese garden &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instead of eve's eden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met eugene&amp;yh&amp;amp;zx&amp;lw for a swim in jurong sports complex; which is nearest to chinese garden mrt. i thought im a adult; so i paid adult fare with eugene. but i realised i was just a kid. damn; ironical. we went into the changing room; and saw a fat-old-man baring his nice un-round arse to us. obviously; the changing room was a place to change; but i didnt dare strip, cause im &lt;strong&gt;BASHFUL + SHY&lt;/strong&gt; by nature. im too &lt;strong&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/strong&gt; to strip in public. was forced to strip anyway. we ran into the &lt;em&gt;lazy pool &lt;/em&gt;and that was when i realised i had forgotten to swim after 4 years of not going for swimming. i only remembered 2 stuff; &lt;em&gt;breaststroke and water threading&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah; i know im pathetic, i've forgotten my freestyle; butterfly stroke and others. and i forgot how to breathe correctly in the water. to add on to the misery i had in the pool; i was wearing a nhss pe pants with my trunks inside; hence it was very uncomfortable. nevertheless; with much &lt;strong&gt;PERSERVERANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;i still managed to last for the 2-hour swimming trip. we saw this 209 guy from our school wherever we went and thought he was stalking us. but i guess he didn't even knew we're from nh; so who cares. halfway thru the lazy pool; we saw that the &lt;em&gt;wave pool&lt;/em&gt; was operating for it's 15 minutes shift. we chionggg'd to the wave pool and tried to do pull-up at the side with the fucking strong waves hitting our bodies. in the end we went to the back and let the wave slap our bodies hard. yes, you saw the word 'slap.' it was no typo-error. wave pool stopped operating soon after and we went to the SLIDES. it was horrible; the water pressure was high, and the speed was fast. thou not faster then a rollercoaster, it's still counted fast. furthermore, you'll need to take a breath before going down the slide cause the water would be splashing all over your bloody face; as thou it was trying hard to suffocate you. then when you feel that you're going down 90 degrees; byebye. prepare for a hard landing. we went for some laps in the standard pool after that; but ended up diving to retrieve some stuffs. the bloody lifeguard saw us in pe pants and told us, &lt;em&gt;' only swimming trunks are allowed. ' &lt;/em&gt;okay; that was fine with me; but when we're gonna take off our damn shorts he came foward and said '&lt;em&gt; do you understand what i'm saying? '&lt;/em&gt; LOL, wan dan tiao sibo. talk until so cool for what; act gang ah. make me want bawx you. i wanted to say, '&lt;em&gt; eh; you fucking bangla cheebai don't talk bangla languague; talk english okayy? '&lt;/em&gt; but as im no racist; i decided not to say that. i'm so &lt;strong&gt;KIND + THOUGHTFUL&lt;/strong&gt; as you know. we went back to the changing room after swimming there and bathe'dd. i had to change back into jeans and the floor was wet; so i had to stand on a bench and changed. it was so frigging slippery i almost fell a few times. inside the changing room was horrible; gangs were in it; and smoking. so young join gang next time go jail fuck wall nia. no medicine to help you le; not even tongkat ali. means you no hope le join gang. sad life- went to buy some popcorn chicken from KFC after that and saw those 209 ppl. like omfg; they came to swim. and i thought they were stalking us. the KFC there was utterly pathetic; it was divided into 2 sections and we went into the wrong section; i wanted to cross over by taking a big leap but was stopped by one of the waiters(?) there. so; in the end, we had a make a BIGG round to get to the other end; like wtf, cant they save my leg from walking that whole round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take taxi with eugene to orchard to meet up with sk&amp;ht&amp;amp;yl&amp;sr. i estimated that the fare would be around SGD$20++. yeah but i was wrong; it was half the price. it was fucking raining while we waited for the taxi; like omfg it wasn't raining when we're in the bloody shelter. gawd wants to make life miserable for us. damn. we waited...and waited...AND waited. 2 taxis came; one said it only wanted to go jurong; the other was better, COMFORT taxi you have nice service; the fucking uncle heard us say the word 'orchard' and without any replies he shut his windows tight and drove off; what's your problem? attitude problem? at least say something and don't shut the fucking windows up and leave 2 boys outside in the rain. we still got a taxi eventually, a UNION one. we had to dash to the carpark 40 metres away to get that taxi; a malay guy was trying to get that taxi; too bad we got it. the uncle drove us to some weird places that wrote 'CHANGI.' i asked the uncle,&lt;em&gt; ' we going changi arh? ' &lt;/em&gt;no replies. omfg i thought he was going to kidnap me; for im such a &lt;strong&gt;CUTEEE + CHARMING BOY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up at hereens nonetheless. we're supposed to meet those girls at NYDC; but they went up to 77th street instead. urghhh. i've bought a ring for SGD$3.90 and a pair of BLACK shoelaces for SGD$1.90. and; im not GHAY to get a ring; if you say that; you havent seen guys who wears ear-rings. so people like amanda don't give me comments that im GHAY in my tagboard thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cinema was at cineleisure; so..we had to run across the road when it's raining heavily to get to that place. i dropped my PING-PONG ball in the process of running and yileen picked it up for me. like omfg; how did this damn thing ended up in my bag? cineleisure; as usual stunk at the entrance, because of the shop, '&lt;em&gt;famos amos.' &lt;/em&gt;the cookies dont smell heavenly; it stink, so dont tell me that. went up to the 5th floor(?) to get tickets; but couldn't decide on which movie to watch. there was this horny korean film that looks good; but eugene didnt like korea stuff; he's racist. zzzz. instead we had to watch this boring movie called ' &lt;em&gt;EIGHT UNDER.' &lt;/em&gt;omfg, it was the only movie that managed to make me fall asleep! it was pure boring-ness! i strongly recommend&amp;beseech you not to watch it; cause it stinks. i confirm+garuantee+waranty+chop that it won't entertain you at all. it's just a movie made to waste your SGD$9.50. i wanted to get the hell out of the cinema due to the movie's boring-ness. but i decided to stay inside for the air-con's sake. i know it'd have missed me if i left. im so &lt;strong&gt;THOUGHTFUL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the boring movie; we went to kfc/mac to eat. girls were at kfc while guys were at mac. kfc and mac really hate each other that much that they must build restaurants next to each other with the fucking entrance at the same place! omfg; it's so messy; mac tables were mac's and you couldn't eat kfc food on mac's table &amp; kfc tables were kfc's and you couldn't have mac's food on kfc's table. the best part is; the tables were just next to each other; macs' and kfc's. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took mrt home after the meal; but ended up at wrong mrt due to eugene's SMART GUIDIANCE. i insisted it was the fucking wrong mrt but he insisted it was correct. so i had to get off at newton station. like omfg; newton station is creepy. it gives me the creeps; for im the only person in the whole station. and during the wait for the mrt; a cold wind blew against me. scary...the mart trip home was...boring. i stood there like an idiot waiting to get kicked on the arse. still managed to get home thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my leg muscle still hurts from yesterday's frog jump !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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/24257832-114502016544575206?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114502016544575206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114502016544575206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114502016544575206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114502016544575206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-in-day-out-this-little-nanhuarian.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114492996566254694</id><published>2006-04-13T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T05:06:07.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class 205 of nhs; im sad to say you have frigging losers in your class. they lost in terms of languague and goes around hurling abuses at ppl. whoa; big fuck? im not even affected by any tinge of terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want play gang? you havent seen how a gang really work dude. dont come fuck with me; wan fuck tell me i give you special treatment aimai? nabei those 205 wan fuck de i give you special treatment; then hongkan ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114492996566254694?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114492996566254694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114492996566254694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114492996566254694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114492996566254694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/class-205-of-nhs-im-sad-to-say-you.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114492860411051681</id><published>2006-04-13T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T04:43:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/DilbertHo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/DilbertHo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;em&gt;never be a sales-agent/promoter -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114492860411051681?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114492860411051681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114492860411051681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114492860411051681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114492860411051681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/never-be-sales-agentpromoter.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114492835152376459</id><published>2006-04-13T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T04:39:14.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;another day gone;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7:05am and yeah; i had to rush to school with my pants and shirt undone; had to get them up on my parent's car. i know i rock; but there's no need to praise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sorting out some name tags during home period; the thai girls are coming next monday. it's so saddening to hear we only have 2 hours of play-time with them. it's so little; why cant they just add a few moree hours to it. wont harm anyone anyway. i need to slack awhile! then mdm leong wanted us to hand in the walkathon thing. zhaoan probably rock'd most; for he handed in a blank card. mdm leong didn't accepted it thou; she forced him to take out every cent he have to donate; turns out to be 40cents; lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why m'sia is so fuck'd up against singapore; they had to go into so many feuds with us even thou we're their 'next-door' country. c'mon wtf is this; we a tiny dot on the world map and your land area is so much more. why bully a little kid; go find someone your own size. thats what we're practically talking about during character developement. i wonder why they name that period that; our character is practically perfect; there's no need for anymore developements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was best during recess; for many accidents happen'd in that short period of half-hour. 2elephunk guys were playing bball and i was making it a rough game. when liwei wanted to pass the ball to J.O; it hit the bball pole and the ball reflected back onto his teennyy groin. omfg; i had to laugh for a straight 5 mintues before i managed to chill. yonghui got hit 2 times; both on the eyes, guess the ball didn't like him at all eh. cause it's a rough game; we're making lotsa fouls. and clarence had to rewind what i did to him and hit me on the hand. lol i wanted to take revenge; but another guy's ball flew into his head and knocked the shits out of him. whoo- i didn't have to lay a finger on him. hah; tough luck eh clarence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastoral care was boring; so was maths; and geog too. lunch; mr ng was eating when he saw me with ankle socks and tucked out shirt and stared at me in disbelief. guess he was shocked i'ld actually act 'beng.' lol; im pathetic i know.  we were bball-ing again during lunch. after 20min+, we're chased back to canteen to line-up for assembly; weijie broke my arm in the process of arm-wrestling on the way. awww! we had this loanshark who came to our school for a play and i shalln't elaborate further; i'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy; so it was CCA time; today's sec4 last day. and we had ROD. which actually meant RETRENCHMENT for sec4. i sacked them; lol. before that was the usual; and the spasticclique ppl came to hall and looked at me play; BY THE TIME I SAW THEM; i was purely sian'd and didn't actually play but fooled around. in fact; YOU GUYS came two times. oh yeah; after that R.O.D started. it was pizza+kfc party. mass eating! i know you're not interested to know what went into my fucking stomach so i shalln't say it. ANYONE JEALOUS WE GET TO EAT THOSE IN SCHOOL? lol; i was bloated after the meal. yesterday bloated; today bloated. omfg. t.tennis ppl poured ice cubes on each other and spray'd coke at girls. lalala. thou mr lee spoiled the fun; sigh. we had to train a little more before packing the tables up; then came PT; 2 rounds of frog jump round the hall + 30 push-up. omfg. the two rounds of froggie is enough to kill! i seriously wonder how frogs survive jumping around everyday; I THINK FROGS HAVE NOOO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH; dismissal; hoongjia kicked me again. i had to wait behind the backstage for him to come and hit him back. fucking you knn say i shout like sissy that one not me k o.O .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIMBING STAIRS was hard after frog jumps and i had to limp home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114492835152376459?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114492835152376459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114492835152376459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114492835152376459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114492835152376459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-day-gone-woke-up-at-705am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114485027199006028</id><published>2006-04-12T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:57:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxIsyhBgo48"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxIsyhBgo48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tammy video ! View it if you're interested ! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114485027199006028?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114485027199006028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114485027199006028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114485027199006028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114485027199006028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/tammy-video-view-it-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114484046095605777</id><published>2006-04-12T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:14:20.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/pad-01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/pad-01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;em&gt;now even sanitary pads give you wings ! FLY HIGH !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* disclamer: these pictures are not drawn by me; you do not reserve the rights to sue me for   any sexual content or any content you find offending; by looking at any of these pictures; you agree that you do not; in any form of way or method to get me into trouble or sue me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114484046095605777?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114484046095605777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114484046095605777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114484046095605777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114484046095605777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-even-sanitary-pads-give-you-wings.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114484009457613677</id><published>2006-04-12T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:33:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d&amp;t was...boring. we had 'LIVE' demo by our dearest twoo teachers on how to operate DRILLS. YES, i made it sound super crude. i was so suay; i had to be chosen by mr chng to saw the acrylic into weird shapes since i was nearest to him. rawr. the saw kept getting stuck; refusing to budge. omfg it's so hard and mr chng says it's easy to saw. YEAH, he left the harder parts for student to saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about WHY YOUNGSTERS THESE DAYS ARE SPOILT. and the same cycle repeats when mdm leong got pissed and made ppl who couldn't answer her question stand. it always happens ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was MY TURN TO STAND during english. i didn't do my summary and im so proud of it x) mrs lip wasn't THERE during bio; we had to fill worksheets up regarding sexual organs. damn it's hard! maybe we should do some practical&amp;hands-on to make us more familiar eh ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;maths..mr ng tortued us again; by giving us tons of homeworkk. rawr; i wont be able to finish THOSE. there's heats for sports day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no point going for heats; i suck with a tumour (:4x 100m; we were ACTUALLY leading; i lost it for my class. 4x400m; we were in 3-4th position; i ended up in 4th.omfg someone cut that fucking tumour out of my fucken leg. it's making me run slow. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;the girls made guys look as thou we're eating 'ruan fan(soft rice).' they won almost everything; we lost almost everything. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. suxiang - 100m, 2nd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;huiqin&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;200m - 2nd&lt;br /&gt;3. juang - 400m, 1st&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. 4x 100 relays - girls, 2nd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. 4x400 relays - girls, won 'live' 1st, lost to 210 by timing, overall 2nd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. zixin - 200m, 1st&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough luck eh. i somehow ended up in KFC after heats; along with juang&amp;ht&amp;amp;hs&amp;hq&amp;amp;sk&amp;eugene&amp;amp;amp;amp;keith&amp;joel&amp;amp;marcus&amp;songmOng. we made lotsa noise in the restaurant. so..somehow again; i got myself bloated and was trying very hard to walk back home with a 'PREGNANT' stomach. on the way i saw a chiobu dancing para-para in the arcade. whoo; she suck in para-para.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh im bloated now. im sleepy. i have homework to do. but do i give a damn about homeworks? NOPEE x) so;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114484009457613677?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114484009457613677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114484009457613677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114484009457613677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114484009457613677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/d-tata.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114483985807419839</id><published>2006-04-12T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:17:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to extreme boredom, a HORNY version of the singapore national day song has been created.&lt;br /&gt;(Not for kids under 13):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reach out for the Guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when love was low&lt;br /&gt;The Sex seems unsure&lt;br /&gt;But through it all&lt;br /&gt;You've kept your sperms alive&lt;br /&gt;Now standing proud and tall&lt;br /&gt;My cheebye loose and free&lt;br /&gt;Building on hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Its in me I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for the guys&lt;br /&gt;Make out til we get high&lt;br /&gt;Orgasm we'll all achieve&lt;br /&gt;We'll make our own baby!&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for the drive&lt;br /&gt;Our backs we'll arch up high&lt;br /&gt;Orgasm we must achieve&lt;br /&gt;Let's moan and reach for the drive&lt;br /&gt;When i think about your dick&lt;br /&gt;The sperms, oh so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for us&lt;br /&gt;To beep and to scream&lt;br /&gt;With semen inside me&lt;br /&gt;As one hand with dick&lt;br /&gt;For pleasure and excitement&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the best we can&lt;br /&gt;Let's moan and reach for the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits to CAMRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114483985807419839?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114483985807419839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114483985807419839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114483985807419839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114483985807419839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/due-to-extreme-boredom-horny-version.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114476100312530073</id><published>2006-04-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T06:52:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/piercing-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/piercing-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol, i'm porno x))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad day x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm leong was crapping about confucious during the whole 1 hour of higher chinese. mdm zuraidah was down with bird flu; again. she needs more tammy flu dosage; seriously. at the rate she's being absent, it's no wonder our literature suck that much! who can blame us with that x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology was..boring. sexual education is nothing new. but to zhaoan it's something YIPEE. for he shouted 'YES!' when he saw the chapter we're going to study on next. knew zhaoan was horny, his eyebrows gave him off, if you've noticed, there's extra brow growing between his eyebrow. this is a sign that the person is horny/evil. he's just hiding his horniness. rawrr! to be fair, i shall not study on that chapter, in case anyone accuses me of cheating cause im PRO in sex o.O LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to music room i saw xueyao. WOOT SHE TURNED INTO A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUN&lt;/span&gt;. lol. new occupation for students. today's music ms yeo behaved really well. she didn't play traunt! and that new song we've learnt, omfg it's such a horny song lmao. the lyrics goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once a horny fat man camped by a Pill-a-cock, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the shades of a big lanjiao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he suck and he suck and waited while his penis boiled;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You'll come a-lanjiao-ing . Mama dadada with mee (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and that's only segment one of the song. isnt it horny?!&lt;br /&gt;the test on history was..easy; but i forgot to bring my brain along, so im gonna phail it (:&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a whole full page for the last question just for 8 marks; i rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkings prog. &amp; ACC were slack subjects so i shan't talk about it. after school had maths remedial where mr ng somehow got PMS. shouting at all those who didn't brought their books. omfg scary O.O~ after maths had to chiooonggg to hall for table-tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot! that act innocent buay innocent sec 1 played well lol. it's all thanks to me coach praised him T.T but he's stiff. he stands there like a block of wood -.- i was cursed; by ZHU JINGJING. after playing with YOU i started losing all my match; oh well ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home on bus 96 and i saw yuntian O.O! lol sitting bside me (: JUNNENG ARE YOU JEALOUS ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy taroyaki, the uncle was fucked up. in front of me 2 chiobu ladies he gave them buay chaota taroyaki(s) and gave them change that was pure-notes. for me, cause im more yandaoo then him he see me not happy; so, he took some chaotaaa taroyaki(s) and sold em' to me i gave him a nice SGD$10 note and he gave me change in 10cent coins -.- for a SGD$2 fucking taroyaki. WOW, uncle, you have the patience to count. but sad i took your wholee money bawx and took out my own change. rawr O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa; girls please stop asking me who's in my display pic and when i tell you it's MY 'WIFE' you'll go all silent and not reply. it's frigging BORING T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg i rock x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114476100312530073?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114476100312530073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114476100312530073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114476100312530073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114476100312530073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/lol-im-porno-x-sad-sad-day-x-mdm-leong.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114469092103345399</id><published>2006-04-10T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:40:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/sly-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/sly-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/milk-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is sick enough. a 'sly' advertisement. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, im amazed that not only singaporeans visit my blog, but ppl from USA,&lt;br /&gt;Italy and Spain come visiting this blog too! LOl. incredible. -removed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your supportttts x)) i can see that most of the visitors are using&lt;br /&gt;maxonline or singnet ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, please leave a tag after exploring my blog -.-&lt;br /&gt;i read IP addresses and many maplers are involved in coming and&lt;br /&gt;leaving sneakily.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, most visitors nvr tag like omfg wtf lolol.&lt;br /&gt;leave a tag before you leave !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114469092103345399?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114469092103345399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114469092103345399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114469092103345399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114469092103345399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-sick-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114467578500359902</id><published>2006-04-10T06:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:39:14.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-post deleted; case resolved-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114467578500359902?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114467578500359902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114467578500359902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114467578500359902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114467578500359902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-deleted-case-resolved.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114465862936850547</id><published>2006-04-10T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:43:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post shall remain here in memory of Sunny Koh; NHHS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114465862936850547?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114465862936850547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114465862936850547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114465862936850547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114465862936850547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-post-shall-remain-here-in-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114465853631845347</id><published>2006-04-10T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:42:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today; i'm going to have a whole day of bad luck. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;im seeing alot of bras; breasts; and chiobus. damn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore bra&amp;breast all come in package; see 1 see it all. ahh fuck!&lt;br /&gt;then whilst i was walking home; i saw this chiobu from nanyang girls'&lt;br /&gt;i was practically staring at her from clementi interchange till my house;&lt;br /&gt;halfway thru while staring at that chioobuu i banged into a lamp-post. NOW PAIN SEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she saw me o.O omfg bad luck for 1 day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114465853631845347?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114465853631845347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114465853631845347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114465853631845347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114465853631845347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-im-going-to-have-whole-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114458692776206789</id><published>2006-04-09T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T05:48:56.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Seductive Flirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/seductive-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoldering hot, you don't really flirt. You seduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, flirting is just foreplay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't flirt unless it's going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have one goal in mind when you flirt... And you usually get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114458692776206789?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114458692776206789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114458692776206789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114458692776206789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114458692776206789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-seductive-flirt-smoldering-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114458570971454940</id><published>2006-04-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T05:30:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What MY Face Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/SianxRAWK/P3250005copy4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is moody and dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem selfish and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E0EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/jd.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're logical, driven, and ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW I'M CUT-OUT FOR BEING A FUCKING BARRISTER; HENCE MY URL, LOL !&lt;a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114458570971454940?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114458570971454940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114458570971454940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114458570971454940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114458570971454940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-my-face-says-at-first-glance.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114458116101895864</id><published>2006-04-09T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:18:54.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found out the reason why girls have fucking slim legs. they go shopping everyday. shopping is a tough exercise. after 3 hours of walking around here and there i can almost die of walking o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i went sending my tablet to funan; and the 5th floor of funan looks as thou it's the 6th floor of it. so complicated that i searched for the fucking fujitsu service centre on the &lt;em&gt;FOURTH&lt;/em&gt; floor; when it's at the fifth floor. anyway, found fujitsu, but it's not the service centre. okay, second fujitsu shop found, it's still not the service centre..and this goes on till i've reached the fifth shop! like omigawd, why the hell fujitsu needs 5 outlets, 1 for servicing, 1 for selling it's products, another one for selling other fujitsu stuff and more other shits...like omigawd fujitsu has too much money to rent so many outlets in funan, i doubt it's cheap even to rent one outlet o.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sending the damn tablet, i went walking around city link(?), blind walking. and i went into adidas only to see this fucking damn god arse bloody &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pair of shoes for street soccer. but it states 'indoor uses' so i guess it'll be suitable for table-tennis too :D HOWEVER, it was striking redd; didn't dare to buy it. i was scared i'll be screwed by coach for the colour T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh; like shit, i havent studied for bio+hist+maths test; chin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/1600/chindrop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7127/2512/320/chindrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114458116101895864?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114458116101895864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114458116101895864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114458116101895864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114458116101895864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-found-out-reason-why-girls-have.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114448674033917045</id><published>2006-04-08T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:59:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is saturday; another day passed, another day lived in vain D:&lt;br /&gt;was actually supposed to go jurong sports complex to run, but it was raining, and i decided not to go..even after the rain stopped; was too lazy to climb out of bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was forced to go pluck my eyebrow by my mother; she said my eyebrow was too bushy. i think the shop had some incense burning or something; the moment i went in i was giddy and felt as thou i was going to faint. lol. anyway, the eyebrow plucking thing HURTS. never, ever, go for a eyebrow plucking session, NEVER. it hurts like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, can someone teach me how to handle confessions. cause im getting alot and i dont know how to reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. -censored to prevent identity disclosure- says:&lt;br /&gt;     LUB EUU 1314...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im pathetic, paiseh if you read this, but i don't know how to reply T.T&lt;br /&gt;okayy. any love professor care to answer a sex professor about this eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers! i know you're reading this. answer my question LOl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114448674033917045?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114448674033917045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114448674033917045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114448674033917045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114448674033917045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-saturday-another-day-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114441345544833052</id><published>2006-04-07T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:37:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO EVERRRYYBODDDYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr. say 'hi' to me in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;saddd, havent been blogging due to extreme piggy syndromes :( &lt;br /&gt;it meant im busy sleeping myself like a PIG (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo. my tumour is getting swolleeenn. and its getting more&amp;more pain for me to walk each dayy. IM FEELING WEAK. bully me; i'll haunt you when im dead. lets see if a fate worse then death is better or a fate of death is bettOr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun shouting at ppl today, particulary the girls. ordering them around was swee-ness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP sucks :) its so boring and gay-ish. omigoddd. we run around and get to do sissyae moves. rawr! the only nice thing is that there's no nice thing. SADD.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so boring to run such short distances. its better if they held practises in stadium. no kick la parade square. ask us go home better also lolol. if any teachers see this don't hold me responsiblee THX. im just speaking from the bottom of my heels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after NDP, went to NUS high which was obviously directly oposite NHS to use their stadium :) and eugene realised he's too weak for 400m. rawrr. 2elephunk is boundd to lose this year. SADDED. the track at NUS high was...bloody long. it seemed like an endless roadd. NUS high the library is SO LIKE NLB..unlike ours..so ulu. and their cafeteria is..BIG. unlike our cafeteria, which is called CANTEEN&lt;-- degrading word LOL. NUS high also have a bunch of students gifted in science. WOW, they're so gifted that they could point middle fingers at NHS students when we're jogging on the tracks. one guy even said, 'come to NUS high and we'll fuck you well.' like omigod, i'll fuck you better if you come NHS. i'll make sure you dont leave NHS without getting 'fucked'. NUS high was plain pathetic. their uniform sucks, it looks so gay. ppl wear 'lu mao ( green hats ) .' but amazingly, NUS high ppl wears 'lu ku  (green pants).' worse then dai lu mao..such a beautiful and gorgeous building..ruined by that profanity-filled students. our school building doesn't rock so it's not impt. if students like me exists ** anyway, NHS and NUS high were having soccer match @ the pathetic soccer field in NUS high. I THINK it was a draw, 2-2. some seniors said we(NHS) thrashed them 4-2 last match. lol, sweet, NHS owns NUS high. rawr! the girls in NUS high hardly wear PE shorts inside their skirts. so, yeah, they're normally exposed and they hardly give any damn about it. guess they're really westernised eh. however, it's not recommended for the guys to run to NUS high to look at those, it's nothing much, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went homee with girls&amp;boys and stopped at clementi interchange. i was staring at haoting during the trip cause yonghui said that you could make someone cry by staring at them, concentrated. i wanted to try it. but it didn't work; guess his theory suck. lol. saw keith buy some BALLS and i wanted some cause i love licking and sucking balls, yeah. too bad, so many ppl LOVED 'CHICKEN' balls that they were sold out before i could get some. AWW. SADD. RAWR! thee girls bought BUBBLE TEA and began sucking the straws. GUESS SPASTIC PPL cant get enough of straw-iified blowjobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to lick&amp;suck the CHICKEN BALLS. but i had to wait for another 15minutes. guess by that time i'd already have fainted of DEPRESSION WAITING. therefore, yandao made a smart choice and left. on the way i felt like eating mac, but it was dinner time, so as you know..it's crowded. i hate crowds..rawr! then, i felt like eating KFC; guess i had a craving for fried stuff that dayy. but i was too lazy to walk to KFC; so i just went home SINGING. i sung so loud ppl thought i was crazy; WHEE-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun getting ppl to stare at you. i still got to ate fried stuff by the time i got home; and i'm bloated now. SADD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay-ness, i dont feel like letting you know others; BOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114441345544833052?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114441345544833052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114441345544833052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114441345544833052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114441345544833052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/hellooooo-everrryybodddyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114415202299561200</id><published>2006-04-04T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T05:02:05.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can any girls tell me will this really work? o.O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUMZlNhiATk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUMZlNhiATk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit: for better viewing pleasure, press 'esc' when viewing the video to prevent background music from interfering with video's speech : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114415202299561200?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114415202299561200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114415202299561200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114415202299561200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114415202299561200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-any-girls-tell-me-will-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114407791873613717</id><published>2006-04-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:24:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr. post edited. &lt;em&gt;im too refined for those uncouth shits.&lt;/em&gt; for those who read my post, good for you, you didn't, too bad x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boringgg day. slept wholeee day till 10pm+ cause i'm pissedd. what can be better then going home and havng school girls and olddd aunties staring at your dick area just because you got raped by some non-feminine girls from your own school causing your pants to spilt into two parts with a hugeee hole in between? o.O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. barbaric rapists. and what can be even better then being snapshot'd when you're being raped? those unfeminine girls includes hq&amp;ht&amp;amp;hs&amp;sk. if you realise, there's only one of them with the initials starting with the letter 's'. and 's' stands for 'start'. and that's so accurate; cause she 'started it'. and for ppl with 'h' as the first initials of their name; 'h' stands for 'helper'. so yeah, they're the accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in total, let us conclude that the spastic clique is a new generation boy raping gang. boys beware.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr. for school today, english was pathetic. teacher's teaching and students are running around classroom chatting. i was busy laughing at you aLLLL. : ) during pe, had to do high jump; which i suck at it. to save myself from embarrasment, i gave it a miss. smart choice ^_^v.&lt;br /&gt;bioooo, no practical cause don't know who didn't inform us to bring fruittss for the extraction stuff. and maths; the usual. chemistry was even more pathetic. the teacher was speaking so soft that i could even hear an ant chit-chatting with me. /sacarsm. and i didn't really get anything till eugene taught me T.T okay, eugene go be new chem teacher. lolol. everyone was talkking during geographyy cause we finished the assignment fastttt : ) rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:13am now; and i'm doing homeworkk? aw. sadded. im bored. lemme perform a magic trick.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm correct, you'll read the following in exactly 3 counts, let's begin :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,&lt;br /&gt;2,&lt;br /&gt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF! i'm great aint i? : ) as usual, if you've enjoyed it good for you, if you didn't; too bad.&lt;br /&gt;sa-yo-na-raaaaa &amp;amp; baibai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114407791873613717?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114407791873613717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114407791873613717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114407791873613717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114407791873613717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114397046243029869</id><published>2006-04-02T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:39:28.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amazing ! just a few hours and i have 174 visitors ! aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this post is about some funnyyy quotes from nhs teachers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Lim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'dont make my butt(blood) boil'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont wish to boil your butt in a cauldron..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Ng,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'JBASE stands for judith bimbo ang shi ern'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ thou, cause i always say jbase stands for judith b!tch anus sucking elephant .&lt;br /&gt;lol no offence there, jokinnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Zuraidah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'can't you shake your butt? or you need me to demonstrate it to you?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm, sure thing, if you really wish to thou. i have no objections with that . just that we'll suffer some side-effects from that assshake that you're going to perform. e.g. nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Chen Peter(tan),&lt;/strong&gt; '&lt;em&gt;the defination of horny is hard to explain, like, the book is horny, because it has horns, devils are horny too, cause devils have horns'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah? how about goats and rhinos eh. and devils are not only horny; they're hawttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Fok,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;' ( when talking about osmosis ) scientific terms are animal terms, in the school we only use human terms. animal terms are terms where it's too chim for us to understand, actually we can use human terms in exam papers also '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. i know, singlish. and the human and animal terms was better when spoke by mr fok himself; since he started this, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Yeo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' You girls are a bunch of uncouth, uncivilised, unrefined and un-feminine barbaric ladies, girls should learn to be more feminine ! '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP. that i agree. girls are sooo noisy in class. especially the SPASTIC CLIQUE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Yip, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' sometimes my pupils sms me with those weird short forms and normally i take 5 minutues just figuring what on earth is that word. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. people should start learning to stop using short forms, it's rather irritating, long forms too !&lt;br /&gt;e.g. euu, issh, tissh, dunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Toh, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;' i wonder why i can find people with artistic talent in other classes but not this class? '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's our art teacher? o.O?&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're many more unique quotes from our teachers; but it's always hard to remember them all, so if you want me to post your funny quotes, find me on msn! aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hate zuraidah, because of that humiliating incident she forced me to do. ahhh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114397046243029869?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114397046243029869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114397046243029869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114397046243029869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114397046243029869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing-just-few-hours-and-i-have-174.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114396492032745512</id><published>2006-04-01T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:02:03.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was boring, went surfing some webs and found this webbie.&lt;br /&gt;features volkswagen's 3 new commercial on GTI. anyway, just click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leftlanenews.com/2006/02/22/vw-strikes-again-un-pimp-my-ride-videos/"&gt;http://www.leftlanenews.com/2006/02/22/vw-strikes-again-un-pimp-my-ride-videos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114396492032745512?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114396492032745512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114396492032745512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114396492032745512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114396492032745512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-boring-went-surfing-some.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114389541934899917</id><published>2006-04-01T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T04:43:44.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aw. was supposed to go ngee ann to send my tablet for repair and afterwhich i was supposed to go bradell to shop for some table-tennis equipments. THEN after that i had to go causeway point @ woodlands to join friends at buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i couldn't contact junneng who was supposed to meet me @ bradell. and my brother helped me took my tablet to ngee ann for repair, so, i had only ONE place to go todayyyy . YAY, not-a-busy-schedule anymore : ) anyway, for ppl who want to send their tablets to repair @ ngee ann, bad news, the service centre moved away, AWWW . it's in funan now, in case you want to know, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. had to go woodlands, but as today was april's fool, i thought i'd get PANGSEH'd at woodlands by eugene&amp;ht&amp;amp;sk&amp;hs&amp;amp;serene. SO, i didn't dare to go there. i was scared history would repeat itself. i got tricked last year into going to woodlands by KATHARINE THAT SLUT. shouldn't have trusted her last year. rawr. i was naive then. LIKE SUCH AN INNOCENT ANGEL : D on the mrt, i had to sit beside an indian man, and everytime the mrt stopped at a station and repeated the next station's name, he'd try to imitate the speaker, like obviously, he'll always get the pronounciation wrong. aha. he'd say chua chu kang as eioo zhuu jangg . i'm not trying to be racist here but he's real funny. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still went, but i went there to waste money, food @ seoul garden sucks mannnn. i wasted the $21.90 entrance fee. RAWRRR. that's enough for me to buy 2 butterfly pants T.T&lt;br /&gt;lol nevermind. i'm always unwise at spending. that's why i dont go out frequently. rawrrr. i drank to ma fill there. ironically, i actually filled ma stomach with just a feww cups of soft drinks. just a tip, don't go seoul garden, their food tastes weird; no wonder so many outlets closed down. aha. we wasted our time there crapping; mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left seoul garden. BAIBAI $21.90 ! I'LL MISS YA T.T ! after the so called  &lt;em&gt;'sumptuous'&lt;/em&gt; meal. by rights, anyone with common sense will go shopping after a meal, so that's what we do, but we did window shopping instead, lol. YEAHHH, we're poor. went to mos burger after that, to rest, i think. did LOADS of shit there. went home after that, SO SAD, didn't get to go to bradell to buy new pants. BLACK PANTS ARE SO SEXYAE. at least better then our school's ugly blue gay pants for PE. went home. boringness. rawr. my wholeee day wasteddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, for bored peeps, i'll be posting some fun videos and links for you later on to ENTERTAIN yourselves, AFTER i get back my tablet @ 10-12pm that is..lol : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for my last  word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DUPER BUAYANDAO LICKED YOUR BODAYE @ 8:42PM, 1ST APRIL 2006 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114389541934899917?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114389541934899917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114389541934899917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114389541934899917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114389541934899917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/04/aw.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114386181892853588</id><published>2006-03-31T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:41:42.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've found this site which will make girls go AHHH . SHOO CUTEEE .&lt;br /&gt;lol, anyway, just click on the link to find out more bout it : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thingsthatmakeyougoaahh.com/"&gt;http://www.thingsthatmakeyougoaahh.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANDAO LICKED YOUR FACE @ 11:22AM, 1ST APRIL FOOL 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114386181892853588?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114386181892853588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114386181892853588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114386181892853588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114386181892853588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-found-this-site-which-will-make.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</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-24257832.post-114380165441110580</id><published>2006-03-31T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:15:24.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april fool eve really started bad. during p.e, i was so frustrated with the javelin that didnt hit the ground that i accidentally shouted 'fuck' without realising p.e teacher was behind ! damn . luckiliy mrs choong was not a fierce teacher ( unlike mr chen peter ! ) and taught me how to throw the javelin propely . PHEWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit was really bad . first thing first, i didnt knew mdm zuraida was in the class and passed the chair in a quickk way haste things up . ah ! i got owned when i realised someone was shouting at me . yes, zuraida T.T. OKAE. wasnt that bad until we were told to sit in a circle . the boys were running here and there, obviously trying to run away from the miserable fate of sitting beside a girl . while they were running, the fucking circle was fucking small and i fucking didnt have any fucking place to sit . therefore, i fucking had to stand up and be the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SECOND LAST PERSON TO SIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OKAE. so the rules goes the last person who sat had to stand. and KRISTEL was last to sit.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to stand for her. RAWR. the prince saves the EEKS T.T . obviously zuraida was trying to be biased against me cause of the chair incident T.T. IM SO SAD OF THE RATE OF BIASNESS IN SCHOOL. OKAE. i was forced to stand for like 5 minutes before being called out to the class because of a 'GAME' we're playing. was called in again, and everyone went 'HAHAHHAA' omg, sacarsm T.T . sadded. OKAE. so i stood there like an idiot trying to figure out who the FUACKE is teh FUACKEING leadOr. my first guess, that slab of fats. second guess, the monk. OKAE. both guess was wrong, two chances gone. FORCED TO DO FORFEIT AHH.&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER -&gt; T.T ! OKAE. so the forfeit went &lt;em&gt;'when you're happy and you know it shake your ARSE' &lt;/em&gt;. OKAE. haoting and heshuang had to do the forfeit with me. i didnt shake my arse. it was too humiliating. so zuraida went ' OHH YOU MAY SIT, THE TWO GIRLS MAY SIT, THE BOY STAY. ' arghhhh ! then charmaine SABO'D me . omigawd charmaine i'm so disappointed in you . and you still gave me that sacarstic face . omigawd i felt like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LICKING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;your face at that moment. SO, i was forced to do the ' WRITE MY NAME WITH MY ARSE' game . damn ! even more humiliating. so i was forced to write my name with my arse. omigawd which wart suggested this piece of SHIT we used last year for forfeit ?! arghhh. and there goes my name, which was TAD LONG. ahhh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, chen peter turned to paranoid modee again. he thinks everyone is trying to lisiao him. omigawd, he must make 1 person to cry then he can laugh . lisiao ppl go find gang ppl. don't come school bully students just because you're a teacher ..! omigawd, if you read my post, i'm not responsible for what i typed : ) don't come around saying whatever stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese, had a test, as usual, i didnt know anything. maths with mr ng, the only teacher who isn't biased and don't show any favouritism against pupils : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rehearsal for ndp was bad at first, i didnt know any movements we're supposed to be doing. i wasn't here last week. RMB? and i had to run after clarence, which was bad, cause i'm second to be supposed to appear out of stadium. and im known for being RETARD IN MOVEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;so, everytime clarence would run 10000m in front of me then i'll run . we had a break . and i wanna re-enact a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario 1: the teacher/vice-principals/principals who showed favourtism against GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAE. so this pervetic teacher/vice-principals/principal, mr. x, was talking (actually flirting ) to a few girls who are a few tables away from us. basically, these two girls werent doing anything but talking. beside them were plates of consumed rice and consumed water, however the rice was disgustingly revolting, the person who ate it must have constipation. EEWW. back to topic, after talking to those girls, mr. x came up to ME and friends and said &lt;em&gt;' oi boys, you never see in front got plates and cups ? quick quick go clean up, go go ! ' &lt;/em&gt;then, he slapped me on my shoulder, as in hit me. RAWR, if he wasn't a teacher/vice-principals/principal, i'll just say &lt;em&gt;' fuck you . you got attitude problem isit? those girls right beside you dont ask them keep ask us?! you think you what? protect your girls ah? ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAE. after that incident of adding salt to the wound, i'm totally pissed off . we had to assemble at the parade square after that and went up to the hall after attendance was taken. WAITED for like 1/2 hour? and then went in the hall just to get scolded. RAWR RAWR RAWR. ppl already bleeding to death you still ask me donate blood? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we're dismissed, we went to play bball. as USUAL, i suck in bball : ) had alot of collisions and traffic jams. i fell down twice, i think. and double'd and travel'd and foul'd losta times. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much other then these, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANDAO posted @ 6:39pm, 31 march, april fool eve : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257832-114380165441110580?l=futurebarrister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/feeds/114380165441110580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257832&amp;postID=114380165441110580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114380165441110580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257832/posts/default/114380165441110580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurebarrister.blogspot.com/2006/03/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>futurebarrister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176413342173054090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
