<?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-7461716</id><updated>2011-09-01T20:54:52.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o╖╢</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-113717564219084592</id><published>2006-01-14T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:07:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140106 0206</title><content type='html'>haha. things have changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-113717564219084592?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/113717564219084592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=113717564219084592' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/113717564219084592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/113717564219084592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2006/01/140106-0206.html' title='140106 0206'/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109758125046403871</id><published>2004-10-12T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:40:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. My cousin just gave birth to her second child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is a Girl! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life. Yesh, that is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109758125046403871?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109758125046403871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109758125046403871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109758125046403871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109758125046403871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109466638988668775</id><published>2004-09-09T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:03:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Into deep, she spilling over me. Come on have it all...&lt;br /&gt;HAve it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109466638988668775?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109466638988668775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109466638988668775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109466638988668775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109466638988668775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/09/into-deep-she-spilling-over-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109461664584320626</id><published>2004-09-08T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:03:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait.... lets try again.&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;hrr.. action!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEllo everbody. WElcome to mi talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying is so time consuming and tiring,Especially studying something of no interest or use.( Shite!) And of all and all... is All self gratification. "Yea, no pain no gain" quote from Darrell Foo when she stared at mi with her burning eyes and cynical smile. Is pretty scary though. So i sae nothing but nod and nod and in the end to give a smile to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can means everything. A smile can be a gunine one or a fake one. It can means that u r amuse, happy or satisfy. It can oso be a sign of relief. Smile can oso helps to cover/concede your feelings or trying to know that u understand smth but u dont( so giving ppl a assurance) Smile can be also a best way to "say" goodbye. Or meaning that i miss u. The list goes on.. and sorry taht i m not so smart enough to cover all aspects of smile. yea.. go think for yourself. I guess what i have written applies to my own experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. a smile. A facial expression characterized by an upward curving of the corners of the mouth is so special. come to think of it.. seeing a smile can makes yr day when it is made by your love ones. AWw.... Hmm... so why dont u try smile first to someone you regard as someone close and loving to you. Like that.. u can make the person to have a nice day ahead. SO smile to ten people, and you have make ten people happy. Isnt that great? hahaha... what the &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; am i talking sia. ok ok.. is getting a bit sian here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i going to say is... S M I L E. IT IS A SPECIAL GIFT. SOMETHING CANT BUY AND ONLY THROUGH REAL FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning something new everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109461664584320626?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109461664584320626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109461664584320626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109461664584320626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109461664584320626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109413319267829321</id><published>2004-09-02T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:53:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh.. i forgot. My links are down stairs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... some more.. soem more.. all theeee wayyy         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109413319267829321?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109413319267829321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109413319267829321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109413319267829321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109413319267829321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109413295739564645</id><published>2004-09-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:49:17.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i lifted myself up and tidy up my Blog. Eh...the previous one is cocked up where i dunno what happen to my archives, links and chit chat corner. I thought it was some server error and blah blah... my thing juz gone off and will appear some day.( yeah.. some day.... will that day come..? haha... procastinate is so addictive and fun yet so Deadly)&lt;br /&gt;Oh/.. then my impatience got the better of me and i m frustated what happen to my side bar. Hmmm... so i boliaoing drag my crusor up and down. Then!!! Ta ta.... THere they lies. ONE small Cosy BOTTom which kind of hiding from mi( i really dunno why). So yeah. Some things juz popped out like that and Things happen so fast that u coulnd stop and think what had happen and TA TA ! ZIP ZAP ! PRoblem solved. Hahah... knida Weird is it.? blah... i gettign tired of toking this brap. OK ok.. i type some more. Some more.. some more.. more .. more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo... back again. SO i kinda change a new template la.. hoping to get my Links BAck!! And a change dosent hurt much though. A change for a better! Ya.. like chineses ppl say " Old shoes don throw away, new shoes how to come in like that?"&lt;br /&gt;AFter several attempts. Hai... those links kinda Shy or something. they prefer to hide on the bottom and cuddle together. SInce fate Brings them together. SO Let it be... So i HEck care. GEt some simple skin and try to change the color abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like my New skin., of course better than the greenie skin. pooo.................. ADn of cousre BAcked by popluar demand, my blog title remains and sit comfortablely at the top. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109413295739564645?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109413295739564645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109413295739564645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109413295739564645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109413295739564645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-i-lifted-myself-up-and-tidy-up.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109402386554113318</id><published>2004-09-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:31:05.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.santoalt.com/mideast_matrix.php"&gt;http://www.santoalt.com/mideast_matrix.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out.. the muslim got anything better to do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santoalt.com/bouncebaby.php"&gt;http://www.santoalt.com/bouncebaby.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santoalt.com/"&gt;http://www.santoalt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other Funny ones. wahahahhaahahha... look for the KKK one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109402386554113318?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109402386554113318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109402386554113318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109402386554113318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109402386554113318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109291785733469631</id><published>2004-08-19T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T20:17:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. I Love to fight! tdoay clare and rust tang toegether and got into a hustle with mi. Rust came from my back and locked my two arms high up while calre chiong upfront and head on with mi. I tried to get out of rust's grip and trying to evade and better think of something fast to counter clare. Eww... i managed to lower my arm and grapped onto the Black carrot cake spoon.( yeah. it was meant to be there, for the better or worst) THe spoon was black and slimish. i took hold of it and aimed at clare. Being taunted, calre backed off but ah.. rust beat mi down and my spoon fell off. taking that fucking opportuninty, clare sneaky took the SPoon ah.. the "spOOn" and put it on my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting is good. is good. As yr brain was chucked it aside for a moment and let yr natural instinct take control of yr body. U feel those blood pumping in yr veins and adrenaline gushing out. U feel yr body charged up ready to ponuce onto anything under the sun. Imgaine wtaching those cheetahs lions ready to chase after their prey and clawed them down. Roar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. actually i hate fighting with girls. Cause being a guy, u cant really beat a girl( is fUcking wrong! dad, can u heard that? i juz wish that daddy u can read eng and use a com.) and is against my way. So is not really about the losing part,hahaha. u noe.. fighting with girls get touchy itchy pi pi pa pa smackking shuffling smearing which i feel is more like a intimatcy. Hmm... forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the aftermath of a fight is where both get injured and tatered and torn, feeking not so great. AS one chinese saying is that " liang pei ju shang" Yeah. and today the fight was that my shirt was dirty and clare got a kick on his stomach and i grapped rust's balls.( woo.. guess that hurts..) hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109291785733469631?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109291785733469631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109291785733469631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109291785733469631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109291785733469631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109249252974470363</id><published>2004-08-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:08:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEsterday, all my troubles seem so far away... then lala lala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun. School end at 2pm. THe only only day which end  the earliest! I was having so fun and stupidity playing soccer with rich bokky jiao kia and clare Vs THe marists people. We won in the end but bokky is still not so satisfy after the match. THinking we may have done  much better. then we all cracked a smile to lossen our tireness when Jiao kia ask booky " did u spent the whole night ytd to think of tatics..?" Bokky got the look that " ya.. i really did that. but he didnt sae" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my leg damn wobby so long didnt run. Some more kena poled without warning in the canteen as i was sitting in between two tables and my legs are in between the table leg. My struggle were futile as those pounding beasts pulled and rample on mi. Hai.. now my thigh near the crotch area got bruise. thAt Painful feeling sucks. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so.... i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when a girl makes your heart beat every fast everything u saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Rust ans was " oh. then u have to fuck the girl's brain out"&lt;br /&gt;Rich ans was " hmm.. then meaning that u are in love wiht the girl"&lt;br /&gt;louis ans was also " A.... ya. in love with the girl."&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i couldnt get an answer for myself. If i say " in love with the girl" then i will be lying cause in my deeper feeling, that wasnt the real answer. iS like something more to it. bleee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109249252974470363?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109249252974470363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109249252974470363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109249252974470363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109249252974470363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/yesterday-all-my-troubles-seem-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109212016740793972</id><published>2004-08-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T14:42:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/161181"&gt;http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/161181&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go see this. is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109212016740793972?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109212016740793972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109212016740793972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109212016740793972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109212016740793972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109204632220343340</id><published>2004-08-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:12:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U know. i never hated maths like that.. much of what we all learn in primary/secondary school was Addition, Substraction,Division,MultiPication la. Then up came algebra, models,pie charts tables, problem sums. then into advance was Biomial,differiation, graph,curves, more coefficecents.( which i not noe what the shit should we learn that? ARe we goin to use it anyway in the Real World? Or maybe is juz pure Entertainment and orgasmic for teachers to see us cracking our heads and venting our anger in maths problem) ( In short, our pain is their pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Well... Life so like that. i maybe should face a different side and breath in a another different column of air and let mi relax my mind and go on.  like what my sperms does.... juz keep swimming... as of there is no tommorow. &gt;.&lt; poooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109204632220343340?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109204632220343340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109204632220343340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109204632220343340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109204632220343340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109204579265663672</id><published>2004-08-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:13:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the pain is sucking in mi.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno why&lt;br /&gt;dunno where&lt;br /&gt;but i know is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, yet so near&lt;br /&gt;try to avoid but it catches mi&lt;br /&gt;try to catch it but it avoid mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning is a never ending process&lt;br /&gt;when u knew, it was.&lt;br /&gt;when u know, it is.&lt;br /&gt;when u no know, it are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much longer i will be in this state.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe till tommorrow? or ever?&lt;br /&gt;But i know&lt;br /&gt;It is not todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109204579265663672?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109204579265663672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109204579265663672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109204579265663672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109204579265663672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/pain-is-sucking-in-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109198217860230473</id><published>2004-08-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:22:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L'amour est un oiseau rebelle                   &lt;br /&gt;Que nul ne peut apprivoiser&lt;br /&gt;,Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,&lt;br /&gt;S'il lui convient de refuser.&lt;br /&gt;Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière&lt;br /&gt;L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait;&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est l'autre que je préfèreIl n'a rien dit;&lt;br /&gt;mais il me plaît.&lt;br /&gt;L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is weird words up there.. but i think everybody heard of this song b4. Is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109198217860230473?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109198217860230473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109198217860230473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109198217860230473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109198217860230473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/lamour-est-un-oiseau-rebelle-que-nul.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109185279378402347</id><published>2004-08-07T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T12:26:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was walking down to buy char siew rice when i suddenly got a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling never had before...&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel a feeling for the girls. I was like imgaining myself floating in a girls's persecptive view. Woa. Is like wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking myself as a fat ugly girl( As for rust will sae " FAT FUCk") I think i will be very sad and rejected. AS like... i oso dun wan to be like this one. as if i wan to be fat like that or so ugly like that. they will be cursing themselves and hating their body. they are juz like any normal girls who wan to be loved and embraced in the arms of man. ( OR maybe haha... they don wan guys at all..)&lt;br /&gt;And as for the guys. who see these girls. their first Thing came in mind was " wat the hell.. my eyes are rotten or e... ugly shite... fat fuck.. " ( actually this oso apply to mi) ya...&lt;br /&gt;A... so wat the hell am i writhing this shite.? aCtually i oso not so sure about it. i juz writing cause i feel like sharing my view with u people and i feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;So.. maybe i should conclude that we shouldnyt blame people ugly or fat. Hai... they  Know themselves well and no need for u to amplifer it. THese people are borned like that.. So bLame the genes or God.( WHich i don think God is to blame la..) i hope these people have a bright and happy life ahead. WHich i think some are happy abt it and some are sian or sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109185279378402347?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109185279378402347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109185279378402347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109185279378402347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109185279378402347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-was-walking-down-to-buy-char-siew.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109128887340253705</id><published>2004-07-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:52:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It are saddest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having this small little arguement with louis about the word crotch and couch. hmm. Both sound so similar. "crotch" "couch"&lt;br /&gt;So it started like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking along to the bus stop at around 9 plus and i ask him if he wans to stay in my house anot?&lt;br /&gt;then louis reply " theen where can i sleep in? yr couch ar.?"&lt;br /&gt;yra.. he meant couch but becasue of my lack in knowlege of enlish language my first thought was the tt couch is crotch.&lt;br /&gt;so i Sae " wtf.. u wanna fuck mi?"&lt;br /&gt;louis with a surprise look on his face say" wats wrong with that?"&lt;br /&gt;then i explain to him that " are u goin to lie on my crotch" and i use my finger pointing at my crotch area.&lt;br /&gt;then he covered his face with disbelief " fuck u la.. is COUCH not crotch!"&lt;br /&gt;then "OHhhhh.... ic ic ic "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this little arguement has like subsided for awhile. unitl i asked him " eh.. how do u spell crotch and couch?"&lt;br /&gt;knowing that louis is a terrffic english speaking guy but with coriglibe spelling, i couldnt believe he spelled couch and crotch correctly and i say my spelling is correct. so we Blah and blah. till we ok.. " forget abt it la.." so right now i juz check the dictionary.com! and ok... louis spell couch correctly and.. i spell crotch correctly so.. eh we were like half correct like that. So fair and square. neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... suddenly got gush of inspiration. so it goes liek this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since sap told mi that i was dirty minded that time. It was like a Atomic bomb dropping down and a mushroom head come out and what all was left was debris and sadden scene. Also can descrbie as a A big hammer suddenly fell and knock on to my head. Or something like an arrow shootoing through mi. though all these feelings of devasation and shockness. ACtually i deserved it and she was &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; after all. Actual of fact. i become a very dirty minded guy ever since i stepped in to JC life.&lt;br /&gt;My Experience of how i got influnce can be summarise like this below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends...&lt;br /&gt;Clarence : the undisputed racist, horny, dirty, funny, clever, cheeky, scandoluos, strong, hairy strong, faith in his actions, porny ,bully wanker .&lt;br /&gt;Russell BLovia saldanan : SIao kia, rock star, fucker, funny, knowlegeable ,smart, sad, nochahlent, porny ,tonguy, fantaising wanker.&lt;br /&gt;Richard lee: rock star, spikey ,porny, tough, tanned, charmastic chee boon, smart, funny, determined and lucky wanker.&lt;br /&gt;They are make up my life. they showed mi an alternative path of life. A promising bright enjoyable life never see before.. somehting like the GREAT VALLEY( in land beofre time)&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted BEing friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;THought friends come and go. i would nv forget abt them.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... so they show mi how to enjoy life. woo.. ANd that was So cool and Fun. i began to do crazy Things and dont use my brain anymore. LIfe was adventure everyday, trying to beat the mornign assembly bell and running, jumping, fighting, spraying water ,wergee and tok abt stuffs. Ya.. those kinky stuffs which not many ppl tok abtout.&lt;br /&gt;So. Boom!!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. much of that i was like a changed man. Not transexual i meant. is like a different person with a new habits thinking and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that time when i lost my magnetic fields phycis notes.&lt;br /&gt;though now the notes is maybe somewhere in the thin air or soil. AS one says " FROm ashes to ashes, dust to dusts" ya.. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;on the notes, there were one page when they show this big hand of a person showing Fleming left hand rule. u noe.. i have no interest in phy or watever so. suddenly A spark juz sparkled in my mind. Yea.. it was soemthing Dirty and foul which people consider a bane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. with my pencil, i started to draw legs between the hand. i show it to ruseel and rust have to look for a liite while before he understands it and laugh. then he took hold of my paper and pencil and went on drawing from the legs. Then up came the uhh uhh and uhh uhh uhh uhh.. Clarence saw it too and laugh and drew a cock. So we went passing around the Art work around our gang of people. ANd people started laughing like carzy. So this was A dark and secert which i cant show to people whoom i think will hurt. But life is like that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dubious mind, i left the notes in the student lounge as we were playing tur or dare and laughing like hell. So tHe day after was Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mORNING.. I managed to beat the bell and came in to the hall. then suddenly a ger in front of mi which is not from class but i knew she was councillor. Told mi&lt;br /&gt;" Ai...... yesterday we all found yr physic note lea.."&lt;br /&gt;" wat!!!!!??"""&lt;br /&gt;My eYes were goint o popped out when i heard it. " Guan guan... wat have y done..?" " i can go sweep the floor liao"&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to told russell clarence and rich abt that and they were laughing at mi. " no..." i was thinking to myself. " the notes got my Big name on it" " no..."&lt;br /&gt;i think alot and i really mean alot. my mind was very messy. i was thinking who got my notes.? who got my notes? better be not any gers which noe mi or any chio bu... ah....&lt;br /&gt;I asked clare to help mi get back the papers but he sae he couldnt find it. then he told mi the notes were taken away by weini. And fooooo...... a gust of wind flew pass my messy untidy hair.&lt;br /&gt;" SRCEWed.. totally"&lt;br /&gt;So what is next was a welcoming message but with a unwecloming message. It was from daena.&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;"choon guan, u r a piece of shite. then a few more which sae i m disgusting and ..."&lt;br /&gt;i tried to explain myself but to no avail. cause there wasnt any good cause for drawing that kind of crap. that is when i tried to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw is jus too late&lt;br /&gt;and we cant go back now&lt;br /&gt;sorry i cant be prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Life has to go on.i was hoping that things could be forgiven though it will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;hai..... so i was like having a mugshot with a number in my hand. A black mark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. After what sap had told mi. i promised myself and prayed to God that i will not have dirty thoughts anymore and ask for forgiveness for my past doings. So... after that day. the first of reminding myself to be clean minded. it went on smoothly till i was toking to rust half way through the biology lec when suddenly my head popped out something not so clean. And i slapped myself. i Make a mark on the paper to remind myself of the number of dirty thoughts i got. whenever one popped out. i tried to slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. weeks has passed and i think i manage to make some improvement. a graph could be plotted out. Herrr...... i need to change. A change for a better. but kinda i think i become a boring guy. but hecks... as my mama says " with dirty thoughts, u will look very ugly" so i hope to walk out of this dirty life and never ever stepped back into it or looked back. nEver. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109128887340253705?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109128887340253705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109128887340253705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109128887340253705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109128887340253705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/it-are-saddest.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109126517329529408</id><published>2004-07-31T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:56:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rainy rainy day&lt;br /&gt;i like it very much&lt;br /&gt;so nice to sleep&lt;br /&gt;cuddling with my pillow&lt;br /&gt;till i don get myself up to go for school&lt;br /&gt;( actually abit fuly la bCos of the rain yesterdae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went for the Ajc guitar and harmonica concert. Tsk tskk.... quite sian lea. Marcus fell asleep half way. kaiwei was trying to keep himself awake. Louis was blowing his nose all the time and a couple of hai~s from his mouth.( Cause he himself is a appreciater and guru of music, who dream to be a conductor) while i was playing poo rain and sloving some shit which louis gave him. Is A Ass qusetion lOr. it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;Qn: draw a line to make this thing 6.&lt;br /&gt;lX &lt;---- ya.. this "thing"&lt;br /&gt;haha... i not goin to tell u all the ans!! let u all xin itchy itchy.. got a few ans though. then louis told mi that most people cant solve it cause the education has make us super super lousy in creativity. we Juz learn what is given without giving any second thought and the Stuffs in the book notes are suppose to be that, we cant question it and we must accept it. and this called a DOGMa.( yea.. nice word. learn it from Da ren foo) So... our brain was shaped into Sucking machines and Vomitting machines. WE are becoming smarter but becoming emtpy also. ( Shit! Fuck! potatoes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert. Meet up jian hui and Eh.. i forget the other guy's name. Eat satay and Kua soup. then played guitar. cOMe back home at 12 plus.. so tired. BUt cool! it rained.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109126517329529408?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109126517329529408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109126517329529408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109126517329529408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109126517329529408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/rainy-rainy-day-i-like-it-very-much-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109103109139684666</id><published>2004-07-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:11:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hunhgry..... dinner was juz cold HL milk. thought it taaste so good, it doesnt satisfy my greedy stomach.. Maybe sleep would let mi forget about my hunger and my pain. dream dream dream//&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109103109139684666?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109103109139684666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109103109139684666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109103109139684666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109103109139684666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/hunhgry.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109102423988162568</id><published>2004-07-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:17:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wedNEsday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; '''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O&amp;nbsp; O&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha... joke of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my hair lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109102423988162568?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109102423988162568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109102423988162568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109102423988162568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109102423988162568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/wednesday_28.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-109067814067818552</id><published>2004-07-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:09:00.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAturady&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; \/&amp;nbsp;//////&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lllll&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O O&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; )lll&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;l&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lll&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;____&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ll&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hai&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~~~~~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;l&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ll&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;met this girl on a saturday night saturady night&lt;br /&gt;saturday night saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallejuah.. todae was parents day. It is JudgMent DAy.&lt;br /&gt;Day where i will be Judge&lt;br /&gt;and prosecuted on the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like crossing my fingers&lt;br /&gt;joking with my ma &lt;br /&gt;trying to get her feelings high&lt;br /&gt;kicking away her boredom and anxiousous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.. cant secape.&lt;br /&gt;i muz still faced the music&lt;br /&gt;so after richard was my turn.( atcually is Kexin one but hee.. a ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... the moment where i dun wan it to turn out horriffle&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that my mother will&amp;nbsp;shed tears&amp;nbsp;like last year&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down there and lookin at my ma's face&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a change of expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took hold of the paper&lt;br /&gt;She sae she couldnt c because of her short sightness&lt;br /&gt;but then.. she noe it.&lt;br /&gt;she knew it.&lt;br /&gt;those Red color underlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really goin to cry but she hold it back&lt;br /&gt;.... phew...&lt;br /&gt;miss choo came in the talk also and there were much slient cause i couldnt ans their qns when they start asking mi why i coulnt study? waht is&amp;nbsp; hloding me back from studying? &lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad and guility&lt;br /&gt;that i wasnt doin my duty right.&lt;br /&gt;i was idling around and boliaoing playing joking dreaming fantaizsing&lt;br /&gt;and not putting any&amp;nbsp;hardwork in my studies&lt;br /&gt;( oh then... wth am i doin now.? haha.. wasting my time typing this thing. i shld have use the time more productive by studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blah blah blah,,,&lt;br /&gt;woa de wei lan&amp;nbsp;zai wo shou sha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; my future&amp;nbsp;is in my hands&lt;br /&gt;road shi wo walk de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; road is i walk one&lt;br /&gt;wo yao feed my lao poo de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i need to feed my wife one&lt;br /&gt;now i have to chen zhuo qi lian&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; now i have to wake up pick myself up&lt;br /&gt;nai qi shu lai&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tak emy books up&lt;br /&gt;er bu shi guitar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; not my guitar&lt;br /&gt;kao hao cheng qin lian&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; make good results&lt;br /&gt;bu yao huan fei xue yae&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;dont waste my school work&lt;br /&gt;xiang xi ju nei bang dao&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when u belive u can make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109067814067818552?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109067814067818552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109067814067818552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109067814067818552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109067814067818552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/saturady-when-u-belive-u-can-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109041776759265150</id><published>2004-07-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:49:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day of week, where i think GOd is think planting tress or animals or stocks or spreading his seeds to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae was super NIce. Raingy and very cosy to slEep. Morning, I woke up at 630 but i thought i was 430 only. so i went back to sleep. BUt then my gut feelings tell me tt i shouldnt be sleeping so i went to check the clock again. Aw... is 630 ALready! time to Rise and sHIne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bent up to look at teh mirror as i was bushing my teeth. tHen huh! i thought i saw Myself as a girl. carp! I was having this wavely long hair and eyes... pSsiii... Turn mi down sia.&lt;br /&gt;LAte for school todae cAuse of Stupid Jams! BUt heng HEng.. gate was opened for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a raical harmony day WHere we all Corlalebra the racial riot. Saw quite a number of beautiful girls in nicel CLothes and COugh.. some who&amp;nbsp;okie/ugly/Cmi gers in their They thought so nICe clothes which LOok nice on them. LIke the yellow color vietan ger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... LIFe is Juz so FAir and Sqquare. Give u some but take away some. Like i saw nice Cars todae at BUgis but Er.... not so nice ppl driving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Public performance is SO good. which I&amp;nbsp;want TO SAE!!! RUseell the guy known as the friendly neighbourhood Guitarist, where the PAtaya ger say&amp;nbsp;he look so like Carlos Santana and&amp;nbsp;aka physics rock star and one of teh best guitarist in Ny. haha... he forget abt HIS&amp;nbsp;solo during teh performance..&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;in the end he tried to savlvage&amp;nbsp;and PLAy some very cocky tune.. haha.. then i feel like turning my head and Laugh like siao.&amp;nbsp;hmm.. then some more things screw up.. ya.. i played some part wrongly and debbie drop&amp;nbsp;her stick and the prime was soundless and some other stuff. but heck la... blame the mic. they sucks. the Audience don even noe when the music stops cause they couldnt hear anyhthing. so they anyhow calpped. Stupid sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i shouldnt indulgent myself in bad english.. i think if this goes on.. it will haunt my life forever... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109041776759265150?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109041776759265150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109041776759265150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109041776759265150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109041776759265150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-109024896299871174</id><published>2004-07-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T22:56:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOnday..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;MOnday is a very important day. it is like&amp;nbsp;the begining of a new week ahead and when GOd began to make his things. And MOnday is the day where it decides my mood for the rest&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;weeks.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Crappily nice. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;MOrning,&amp;nbsp;I didnt manage to catch the sunrise&amp;nbsp;as i was passing by the highway and&amp;nbsp;this is a bad omen. Meaning i m goin to be late for my school. BUt heng...&amp;nbsp;there were a few ppl who were late with me in the bus. i wa able to dash across the gate at 723 where the&amp;nbsp;lao ahpei is&amp;nbsp;excitly readly&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;shut the door.&amp;nbsp;Pass thr the first obstacle. came teh second one... i meet to dash to te hhall at 725. but Freaking hell. got two gays chit chatting nicely noy obviously og their lateness and they blocked my entire pathway. SO i was jus walking behind, drafting. then Mr natha suddenly appear from the grandstand and Shouted " stop!"&lt;br /&gt;Haii.... A day to start with being late. U noe... okie. i m not a puntuacl person for school one however i decided to change my habits trying to go schoold early. I dun wan to be late one lo.. i wake up at 630, change and walk to my bus stop at 704. Shit the bus driver who drive so slow. Argh... now i m blaming everything sia. OKie.. is my&amp;nbsp;bad la&amp;nbsp;Dunno y la..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. so i turn my head surveying the ppl who were late.. ONly two guys?! the reest were all girls.( shit... type too mcuh and playted guitar 4 a while.. my left hand got cramped) Continue...&lt;br /&gt;oh.. then stand at parade square..blah blahblha.. boo boo boo... pii piii pii.. lan jiao la.. the chinese look alike william hung teacher really look like wiilam hung. Somethung else... he dont noe hw to count... i gave him 4 cards.. he counted 5. wat a guy.. all laters beagn to gatehr and there were lie k50 ppl around. then Came the Most decideing moment of my life.. &lt;br /&gt;tt william hung guy came and asked mi... " r u a singaporean?'' &lt;br /&gt;i sae.." eh.. ya." on my back of my head.. i was&amp;nbsp; thinking... y u ask this kind of qn?&lt;br /&gt;then tt william hung sae" ok.. stand to the front and lead the anthem and pleage"&lt;br /&gt;"wtf...." i was screaming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;boooi... life is juz like tt.. &lt;br /&gt;So... i stand to the front facing the 50 ppl crwod. ANd i beagin t o sae" anthem" there was COmpletely slient... so bo bian...... i have to start and sing... i sing abit... goes quite well.. but more and more... my tune is like totally out.. and the people were giggling and some even couldnt stand it and grap their sotamach while laughing.. BLush blush... emBRass em brass...&lt;br /&gt;then UP cam the second MEnu on the slaughter... it was the plaege.&lt;br /&gt;aw.. u noe... i nv sae the plege serious&amp;nbsp;since primary 5. so.. A... think i sae wrongly.. more bnlush blush... wish to dig a hole and put my head inside lo... like a ostrich... hmm.. i liek to ride a ostric some day. i like them.&lt;br /&gt;Off we were dismissed and my head down looking a place to hide. finally saw JOhn and hide beside him... But blah... stupid stupid lo.... okie.. i m stupid.&lt;br /&gt;~~~ 1 species has juz died~~~~&lt;br /&gt;day was smooth.. saw russeell clare rich booky jiao kia.. all these familar smiliy faces which i can dwell upon.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;LAter in the morning, MAths lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... ANdy.. i htink u might be so excited to see mi writing this... but guess wat..? i think i dun wan to write much.... think i write too much&amp;nbsp;is pretty useless.&amp;nbsp; but wat i can sae is that wat i did was totally impulse and stupidty PLus a no braina conversation with the ONE and ONLy ADrian tan. ya ya... he is A lump of crap.. with a pot belly. NOBOdyes in NY likes HIm. Do you? IN summary,i&amp;nbsp;like scold him abit then&amp;nbsp;he scold back more.. after my careful thinking. okIE. i as wronged to sae tt things to him. BUt song la... can scold him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So the Day goes awful tasteless.. my mind still running with the scene i made with mr tan. So...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;CHem was a boring MOVie&lt;br /&gt;MATHs was a&amp;nbsp;fun interactive show&lt;br /&gt;Gp was a &amp;nbsp;talking point with host, darell Foo&lt;br /&gt;PHysic was a relaxing seesion&lt;br /&gt;DAy in school ended at around 8 when i stayed in school doin my stuffs with rust jk and bok.. hoping to catch back wat i lost in my last two yrs work..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;THink i shld GO to some ANger MAnageMEnt course to manage and control&amp;nbsp;my feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I never Speaking up again&lt;br /&gt;it only hurts mi&lt;br /&gt;i rather be a mystery&lt;br /&gt;then mr tan shit mi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-109024896299871174?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/109024896299871174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=109024896299871174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109024896299871174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/109024896299871174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-108990589869419764</id><published>2004-07-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T23:38:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I hoped for&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108990589869419764?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108990589869419764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108990589869419764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108990589869419764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108990589869419764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-are-so-beautiful-to-me-you-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108956578282138775</id><published>2004-07-12T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T01:15:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARe u my cup of coffee.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a cup of coffee &lt;br /&gt;and it tastes so good(why it taste o good? does love taste so good?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;and i screaming for more(i carving for more, i wan more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny&lt;br /&gt;that i m ddicted to u( i missed u so much i love u so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ust confess that i&lt;br /&gt;cant do without u( without u without u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.. &lt;br /&gt;my cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;LEts..&lt;br /&gt;spent the night together&lt;br /&gt;and ever&lt;br /&gt;U..&lt;br /&gt;my cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;lets..&lt;br /&gt;see the sunrise together&lt;br /&gt;and more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i suddenly got the inspiration when i drink a cup of fragant Coffee which my ma cooked. very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Coffee/sugar, am i worth to be able to drink u up and have u around my arms ? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108956578282138775?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108956578282138775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108956578282138775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108956578282138775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108956578282138775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/are-u-my-cup-of-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-108955887783833103</id><published>2004-07-11T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:14:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this long ago and i thought was long gone until i was reading louis's arhives in his phone. And it goes like tt. I noe is damn crappy but i think i will still type this stupid thing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sian zibua. Life is so like that. THIngs just happened like that and time make them freaking history! Time is so precious, u cant turn it back or buy it back. They r always so busy turning in circles and we are at their mercy. COme to thin k of it.... wat the Hell is &lt;em&gt;TIME&lt;/em&gt;? is he or it is an intangile or tangile thing or stuffs.?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108955887783833103?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108955887783833103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108955887783833103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108955887783833103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108955887783833103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-wrote-this-long-ago-and-i-thought_11.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108955886865366985</id><published>2004-07-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:14:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this long ago and i thought was long gone until i was reading louis's arhives in his phone. And it goes like tt. I noe is damn crappy but i think i will still type this stupid thing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sian zibua. Life is so like that. THIngs just happened like that and time make them freaking history! Time is so precious, u cant turn it back or buy it back. They r always so busy turning in circles and we are at their mercy. COme to thin k of it.... wat the Hell is &lt;em&gt;TIME&lt;/em&gt;? is he or it is an intangile or tangile thing or stuffs.?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108955886865366985?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108955886865366985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108955886865366985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108955886865366985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108955886865366985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-wrote-this-long-ago-and-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-10895579742010225</id><published>2004-07-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:59:34.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, i got the wildest and sweetest dream in my life. Is super super NICe. i still got the feeling now in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up after the dream and went back to sleep. THen i got a scary but Weird dream. I was in a jungle with ming teck and some other ppl who r very blur. THen ming teck was in the river piling soil and i was on the land giving him sand. Suddenly a crocodile appeared and bite and swollen ming teck.i couldnt save him, cause it all happened so fast. SOmething else happen which i forget and the next thing i rememebered was that the crocodile was chasing mi russell richard in thge fun fair. we ran and ran. then Ming teck appear in front of us. Ah.. then i tok to him.&lt;br /&gt;"i thought u R dead!" i said&lt;br /&gt;ming teck giving mi his cold whote look and said the most cockery thing i ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;" when i was in the crocodile mouth i poke its gut and i was vomitted out."&lt;br /&gt;woa..? that is when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yAwn... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-10895579742010225?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/10895579742010225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=10895579742010225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/10895579742010225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/10895579742010225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/last-night-i-got-wildest-and-sweetest.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108943806148863740</id><published>2004-07-10T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T13:41:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qoooo... suddenly got teh inspiration to move my fingers and type folwery languauge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah... i juz finish baking my Brownie. hope shloud be edible and taste Good. hmmm... i still unsure wat topping should i give to my dark brownie. Apples? sTrawberry? Cream? Or nothing. bUt i think nothing sucks. cause u wiill be choked by the sweetness and thickness of the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;OK! i will top with Vanilla ICe cream. A big BIg scope. Btw... i not sure how a Real BRownie should taste like. Wat makes a REal brownie so Brownie? and y do u called them brownie? not like CHoo chho BAba yummpy yummp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img23.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img23&amp;image=IMGP0628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.exs.cx/img23/6774/IMGP0628.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108943806148863740?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108943806148863740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108943806148863740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108943806148863740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108943806148863740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/qoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108939246770913722</id><published>2004-07-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T13:46:44.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eVENIng.... ROCk concert in Ny. Got a few pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/7945/IMGP0600.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!! SOFa kINg. (Try reading it fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0603.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/8034/IMGP0603.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Archie(Bassie), russell(lead guitar), richard(frontman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0595.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/2176/IMGP0595.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adul discount camels!! wooo.. mr lee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/4161/IMGP0562.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the COld cold band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/6986/IMGP0587.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Not so mud ahmad. ~~~U look so Cool~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/8913/IMGP0581.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy BAnd sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0568.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/2658/IMGP0568.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img44.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img44&amp;image=IMGP0562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.exs.cx/img44/4161/IMGP0562.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108939246770913722?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108939246770913722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108939246770913722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108939246770913722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108939246770913722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/evening.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108939132699868422</id><published>2004-07-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:42:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;mOrNING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.... todae is a Mixture of FEelings. Tired, sadness with a bit of happiness. todae can Skip school! And missed physic, mr ho's faec! chemisty, mrs wong's faec! and P.e mr &lt;br /&gt;Lim's faec! but Aw... i misss my frens and Jiao kia's Ah gA ah Ga. Butda then the reason not comingh for school todae is because of my grandma funeral( she is my mother's ma, not the one staying with mi one.)Yea.. then morning went to the nativity church at hougang and had my last look at my granny b4 the undertaker covered it up. then there were a couple of hymns and bible scriptures. &lt;br /&gt;oh... the priest is FUnny. HE got a mushy mousytachea and wore a purple gown and he sound so Much like the hanky panky guy in SOuth PArk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then oof we went to mandai to cremate the body. hmmm... ya. a very sad scene. where u watch the coffin push away and further away from u to the burning flames. My anutie and uncles cried and some of cousins cried. i didnt cried. i juz watch silently at the coffin moving away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got to thank God for taking her away and end her sufferings on EArth. CAuse my granny is a bit mentally unstable and extremely paronioad. And let the gay ass, doctor Neo,to cheat her money away by asking her to buy more pills. He IS A Ass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... somethin irony of this Funeral. Is that it manage to call upon all my long time no see cousins and relatives and gather and bond together. ha... isnt that bad cause with a good cause.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else.... my granny possesion is equally shared among all my cousins, siblings and mi. WE calculated and we got like around 150 bucks each. Dunno how i goin to do with tt money.. maybe half to donation and the other keep it. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eVENING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paloza a.k.a Woodstock a.a.k.a rock concert a.a.a.k.a havoc everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108939132699868422?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108939132699868422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108939132699868422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108939132699868422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108939132699868422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/morning.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108883673819345241</id><published>2004-07-03T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T14:38:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chronosdesign.com/~lindze/hufflepuff.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Hufflepuff!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sortingquiz.chronosdesign.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hogwart's Sorting Hat Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made by &lt;a href="mailto:genki@lindze.com"&gt;The Genki Gang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108883673819345241?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108883673819345241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108883673819345241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108883673819345241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108883673819345241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-from-hufflepuff-hogwarts-sorting.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108879201908487397</id><published>2004-07-03T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T02:13:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. there is this new Studio at liitle INdia, i just went toade with kim. The place is very cosy(make u feel like home),the amps are good and big. guitars and drum set are in good condition and standard price of 16 bucks per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHop name: velvet something..&lt;br /&gt;Location : little india, and sothing somthing with shop number 12a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108879201908487397?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108879201908487397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108879201908487397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108879201908487397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108879201908487397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108879064694567641</id><published>2004-07-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T01:50:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img4.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img4&amp;image=192-36-dog-cat-owned.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.exs.cx/img4/3172/192-36-dog-cat-owned.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is A rApe! someboday called the POLICE Or S.P.C.A please.&lt;br /&gt;hey.. on the other hand, it looks like the cat is relaxing and enjoying the unnatural beasTiary Act. The Dog doesnt seem to gIVe a damn, continuing his Doggy Style. I guess it muz be hard on tt Pussy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Grace, is yr dog tt tough?&lt;br /&gt;     Sap, better dun let yr cat see this&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108879064694567641?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108879064694567641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108879064694567641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108879064694567641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108879064694567641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/that-is-rape-someboday-called-police.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108868738813102100</id><published>2004-07-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:29:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cute little LOVe ONes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img25.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img25&amp;image=hamster1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.exs.cx/img25/3859/hamster1.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woa. A big ReD CarrOt.. wank it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img32.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img32&amp;image=IMGP0545.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img32.exs.cx/img32/5353/IMGP0545.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img32.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img32&amp;image=IMGP0546.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img32.exs.cx/img32/1176/IMGP0546.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnnn for yr LIfe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img32.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img32&amp;image=IMGP0550.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img32.exs.cx/img32/190/IMGP0550.th.jpg" border="0" title="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108868738813102100?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108868738813102100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108868738813102100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108868738813102100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108868738813102100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-cute-little-love-ones-woa.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108861404737646003</id><published>2004-07-01T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T00:51:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Link to this image: http://www.zipperfish.com/free/quizimages/alicia-award.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zipperfish.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zipperfish.com/free/quizimages/alicia-award.jpg" width="401" height="208" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. go take the test. IS damn Funny. BOys suck, nvm, can go train. Gers if u suck, there is like some problems. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108861404737646003?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108861404737646003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108861404737646003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108861404737646003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108861404737646003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/07/link-to-this-image-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108860942655776340</id><published>2004-06-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:30:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOdae Very shiok! FInally got to the Kovan there and eat the sembawang NASi lEmak. i was With joon kiat, Bokky and Dick. EWww..... is so nice! THe rice with the coconut smell and the soft texture makes mi drool and wanting for more. The side dishes were oso not Bad, though abit expensive. My first plate was covered with fish meat and ikabis. Super sUPer. I finish all the food way b4 the others and got myslef another plate. Nvm had this kind of appetite for such along time. Woo.( i m freaking fULl now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey posting the Hiding place of the nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Sembawang nasi lemak&lt;br /&gt;Location: Singapore, KOvan&lt;br /&gt;HOW to GO?: Just take a bus 136 107 80 81 and drop at kovan mrt station and take a short walk straight to yr left and go to into the lowly dark shophouse. And tata!! u will find it. It will be quite noticeable by the crowd queing and the bright blue board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. if u free and got no idea where to eat? go THere. :) Hope u will like it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108860942655776340?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108860942655776340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108860942655776340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108860942655776340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108860942655776340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/todae-very-shiok-finally-got-to-kovan.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108860815439373713</id><published>2004-06-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:09:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why worry&lt;br /&gt;I worry, I wonder all the time why worry&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me, forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper, remember what she did&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss her&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, she won't allow it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry and gone, and the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;If it's love, I will differ, I'm being lost being with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't move on, I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;She, she says we won't ma-a-ake it now&lt;br /&gt;I can't move on, I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;She, she says we won't ma-a-ake it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The All American rejects, they make pretty good songs. And good reguveniate for heartbrokers out there. *Sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108860815439373713?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108860815439373713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108860815439373713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108860815439373713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108860815439373713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-worry-i-worry-i-wonder-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461716.post-108852969368074405</id><published>2004-06-30T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T01:21:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chorus&lt;br /&gt;y u have to run away&lt;br /&gt;i got so much to sae( mabe next yr will be better than the last?)&lt;br /&gt;i noe i m not a hunk&lt;br /&gt;nor a cow&lt;br /&gt;i'm just i'm just mysllf&lt;br /&gt;y u have to leave mi&lt;br /&gt;arent u giving mi a chance&lt;br /&gt;to love u&lt;br /&gt;i noe i m not a hunk nor a cow&lt;br /&gt;i'm just just myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;Simple things&lt;br /&gt;to make u happy&lt;br /&gt;A smile&lt;br /&gt;to make u laugh&lt;br /&gt;A cry&lt;br /&gt;to make u worry&lt;br /&gt;i feel so good&lt;br /&gt;to noe u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but day after day&lt;br /&gt;u pulling away&lt;br /&gt;i feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;y r u doing it this way.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;give mi a chance&lt;br /&gt;give mi a chance to sae&lt;br /&gt;give mi a chance to look at yr pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. the song is created by guap. Any comments..? Heartbrokers..?&lt;br /&gt;All contents are only elible for adults above 18 years old. Any stuffs related or u is u, is just a coindence or really is u. ha.   &lt;br /&gt;ALL rights reserved and Copyright™&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108852969368074405?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108852969368074405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108852969368074405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108852969368074405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108852969368074405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/chorus-y-u-have-to-run-away-i-got-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108851165774059753</id><published>2004-06-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T20:20:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/1219/640/camel.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/18/1219/320/camel.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mriii...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108851165774059753?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108851165774059753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108851165774059753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108851165774059753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108851165774059753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/mriii.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108848113534667190</id><published>2004-06-29T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T11:52:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>die.. think i m diggng myself into a deeper hole.. when u find out something, u will be tempted to know more about it(This desclude SCHOOL work n moe stuffs). Rem Last time on tv got one baddi say " knowing alot of things doesnt bring u much good but more trouble" and the badii kill the guy. Just like SImon in the LORD oF the FLIES, he is the Boy boy who holds the truth but get crash by a rock(if i still rem correctly). Aw.. but all ppl die In the end. yaya.. i rem one more stuff " cursoity kills a cat" to noe or not to noe.? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt i got one clear ans now.. is to study my physics now and pass it to show MR uncle HO tt i m still kicking and maybe make him happy abit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing swing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108848113534667190?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108848113534667190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108848113534667190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108848113534667190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108848113534667190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/die.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108842753130237105</id><published>2004-06-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:58:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh... noob here. how to upload pics, chatbox, links and etc etc. i noe is smth to do with editing the template or called tags.? hmm..i lazy to go check it out. someBOdy Saves Miiii..  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108842753130237105?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108842753130237105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108842753130237105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108842753130237105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108842753130237105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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-7461716.post-108842396675437583</id><published>2004-06-28T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:55:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my SECond Ever bog</title><content type='html'>oh yea, hi my frens! Finally. After yawns yans yakes of living mY blUe life. i couldnt resist the temptations inside mi. i feel writing some pieces or can say crab crumps coOKies Ego bombament or twister of my MInd. As from wat the Gp paper had said, "the net has help to culture creative and expressive ppl." And now i m trying to be ONe. i hope tt ppl readin my pieces wouldnt mind my siMple but horrbile and incorigible English. or iF do, that u r so Sick and paronia of it, my apology. C mi improve in my future Posts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... if u are wondering wat my title is saying. Hmm.. ya, is some korea word. but iN a very Funny and kinky view. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something i wan to saE. i gona Fail my maths. I counted, maximum i can get is 40 marks. And tt is the work of 3 hours of sitting on the grey color freaking seat. So can saw that ONE hour i got 10.3 marks. ONe MInute i got 0.17 marks. ONE seconf i got 0.00286100 marks. That is so Sad. And yea. &lt;br /&gt;My Yield Today : FOur mangoes from a comlete stranger who is carrying a hassersack and a wearing a simple ah PEk singlet( IF he is wearing a red shirt and has a Beard, he would look like santa claus) they Smell so great! &lt;strong&gt;i lOvinf it&lt;/strong&gt;™   &lt;br /&gt;               : SImple life 2. It shows 2 freaking Bimbo taking odd jobs and messing up everything! i hate it but i still watch it. u noe... love and hate GOes together everytime. :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7461716-108842396675437583?l=guaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/feeds/108842396675437583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7461716&amp;postID=108842396675437583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108842396675437583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7461716/posts/default/108842396675437583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guaps.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-second-ever-bog.html' title='my SECond Ever bog'/><author><name>kpkbkpkbbbccff it goes on i think...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01498628956841860875</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
