<?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-31308076</id><updated>2011-12-12T00:02:24.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choke On This</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-6066724818553620156</id><published>2011-12-11T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:24:21.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet you didn't know, or better rephrased, in case you didn't know, I just had my ORD parade recently. I've officially taken on the journey to adulthood, and you weren't there to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that I wanted so badly for you to be there but more than anything, I wanted dad to be there. The thing is, how could I have invited him to the parade? How could I have asked him to witness all the happily married couples present while he was there all alone? How could I have set him up for the inevitable question, "Where's your wife?" or "Where's his mother?" and watch as he fumbled for an answer that could avoid any awkward sympathies after? After all that he's done for me, that's probably the last thing he deserves. I'd rather face it all alone. Well, it's not that bad. It's not the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless all these has still me got me thinking about you. Time still hasn't mended the hole left in my heart when you decided to up and go. And neither has it numbed the pain. There's just so many things I wish to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing alright?&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry yourself to sleep thinking about us?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I need you in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Would you come home if I told you that I've missed you?&lt;br /&gt;That I love you? That I forgive you?&lt;br /&gt;All that would still apply even if you already have your own family now&lt;br /&gt;But would you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a bum than anyone else I know of. I'm without a purpose or direction, without goals or aspirations. But I wished you were. Here to see past my shame, to tell me that you're still proud of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-6066724818553620156?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/6066724818553620156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=6066724818553620156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/6066724818553620156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/6066724818553620156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-bet-you-didnt-know-or-better.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-6774745047506021834</id><published>2011-06-30T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T03:38:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bring me back little smiles&lt;br /&gt;Funny ways you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back all your wiles&lt;br /&gt;Whimsical fancies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEST GRAND BOULEVARD - FLIGHTS OF FANCY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-6774745047506021834?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/6774745047506021834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=6774745047506021834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/6774745047506021834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/6774745047506021834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2011/06/bring-me-back-little-smiles-funny-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-3512806071508097796</id><published>2011-06-19T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:19:42.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's father's day today, but I kind of miss you, mom.&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep saying that it's been so long, that I've gotten used to it, but who am I kidding? Who gets used to something like that? I haven't in the past 16 years, and I know I never will. Your absence is just something I cannot ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will never know though, is why you left and how you managed to do it. You were the only woman in the world I could expect to love me unconditionally and yet you just upped and left. Till now I still don't know what made you decide to leave us behind but I really hope that decision didn't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it may seem a little late now, I still want you back in my life. I'll promise to love and take care of you like you've never done for me. But from the way things look, I can tell that you won't be coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any more memories of our time spent together. The only ones that are left are the ones I wish I could forget. The day it all changed. I still remember it like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I still think about you. That I still wonder where you are on nights like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-3512806071508097796?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/3512806071508097796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=3512806071508097796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/3512806071508097796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/3512806071508097796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-know-its-fathers-day-today-but-i-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-4942113044832340024</id><published>2011-01-17T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:56:24.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how it happens, when you give it your all and never expected anything in return? i didn't mind that. nope i didn't mind at all. but instead of nothing, i got topped with a shit load of dishonesty &amp;amp; disappointment. what a way to start the year. wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wow i ve never felt so used before. i felt like a toothpaste. a cheap tube of Darlie that was all squeezed up and rolled to the tip(my dad taught me that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if i wasn't feeling bad enough already, i was made to watch as a new tube of toothpaste phase me out. of course, i don't wonder why the replacement was made. 12 hour cavity protection and whitening abilities? that's exactly what you ve been looking for. but seriously though, couldn't i have been allowed to skip that scene? have you never heard of a cooling off period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanted to mock me you could have just doodled on my wide smiling face. if you wanted to insult me you could have just used mouthwash. but this? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't i have been spared some dignity? i mean come on. at least screw the cap back on when you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOTHPASTES HAVE FEELINGS TOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-4942113044832340024?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/4942113044832340024/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn`t born with the gift to love&lt;br /&gt;maybe that could explain your absence&lt;br /&gt;maybe that`s worth a little despair,&lt;br /&gt;a little regret but maybe&lt;br /&gt;just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;breaking up ain`t that bad&lt;br /&gt;or so you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the hypocritical apologies&lt;br /&gt;with the base of lies and more lies&lt;br /&gt;save the tears it doesn`t work,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn`t hurt&lt;br /&gt;no pain felt, not a single bit&lt;br /&gt;or so i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s time for the correographed smile&lt;br /&gt;final act: last line of the script&lt;br /&gt;just like the way you rehearsed in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for the wonderful performance&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for you&lt;br /&gt;nothing`s left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn your back and walk away&lt;br /&gt;i hope you choke on&lt;br /&gt;every single word you said&lt;br /&gt;every single word you ever said&lt;br /&gt;about forever is just how we`ll stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-3505987228359209509?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/3505987228359209509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=3505987228359209509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/3505987228359209509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/3505987228359209509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2011/01/roar-i-wasnt-born-with-gift-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-2305577492817455363</id><published>2007-08-07T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:51:33.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>draft match + win + drafted by me = me + fucking cool + high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch at 8 + presentation + report + undone = me + dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the simpsons movie is just fucking ownage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-2305577492817455363?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/2305577492817455363/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;don`t think i can take it&lt;br /&gt;wake me when it`s over&lt;br /&gt;seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;i wish that it was closer&lt;br /&gt;i see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;i`m too scared to go over&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what she`d say&lt;br /&gt;i barely even know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eden i still h8 u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-470727709800993057?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/470727709800993057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=470727709800993057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/470727709800993057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/470727709800993057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-think-i-can-take-it-wake-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115954755071676008</id><published>2006-09-30T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:09:45.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my bike stolen. yeah. went cycling then basketball then cycling again. all the way back to j8 for subway. and then arcade after that. but none of these mattered. it`s the next event that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was around 11+ then when mel, adam and i decided to ride about in the neighbourhood. we came across this park that i hadn`t visited in about 10years. it looked spooky from below so i was like "let`s go do some exploring". fucking big mistake not locking the bikes and hiding them behind the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went up for awhile and realised that the place had been changed. less treeish, less rocky and less everything that should`ve blocked the view of the main road. it wasn`t scary after all. went back down to see only 2 bikes left. the one that i had lent adam and mel`s. so where the fuck was mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a malay and an indian dude who were armed to go fight sitting at the fitness corner so i went over to ask if they saw anyone taking the bike. nothing. adam said he heard the sound of a bike being moved into a lift as we were walking down the park so we decided to take our chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th and 13th floor. alright. went to search from the 7th storey to the 17 storey. nothing. went back down and wanted to give up when the two dudes called for us. they saw a dark male riding a red bike away so we tried searching in that direction but our efforts were to no avail. got really pissed and finally decided to head home so here i am trying to vent all my anger out. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll fuck you up bad whoever the fuck you are dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115954755071676008?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115954755071676008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115954755071676008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115954755071676008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115954755071676008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/09/fucking-pissed_30.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115954731645282988</id><published>2006-09-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:28:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my bike stolen. yeah. went cycling then basketball then cycling again. all the way back to j8 for subway. and then arcade after that. but none of these mattered. it`s the next event that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was around 11+ then when mel, adam and i decided to ride about in the neighbourhood. we came across this park that i hadn`t visited in about 10years. it looked spooky from below so i was like "let`s go do some exploring". fucking big mistake not locking the bikes and hiding them behind the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went up for awhile and realised that the place had been changed. less treeish, less rocky and less everything that should`ve blocked the view of the main road. it wasn`t scary after all. went back down to see only 2 bikes left. the one that i had lent adam and mel`s. so where the fuck was mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a malay and an indian dude who were armed to go fight sitting at the fitness corner so i went over to see if they saw anyone taking the bike. nothing. adam said he heard the sound of a bike into the lift as we were walking down the park so we decided to take our chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th and 13th floor. alright. went to search from the 7th storey to the 17 storey. nothing. went back down and wanted to give up when the two dudes called for us. they saw a dark male riding a red bike away so we tried searching in that direction but our efforts were to no avail. got really pissed and finally decided to head home so here i am trying to vent all my anger out. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll fuck you up bad whoever the fuck you are dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115954731645282988?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115954731645282988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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from her previous visits though. as in before they got a divorce. it felt as if i was talking to a &lt;em&gt;familiar &lt;/em&gt;stranger&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; seemed like there`s a really huge gap between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to have lunch, go shopping and go arcad-ing but somehow all that has become of her visit is to just have lunch and go off. maybe it`s cause they`ve been officially separated or something. i just felt uncomfortable spending her money. or even talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it didn`t matter if i felt comfortable or not. we were having lunch at j8`s swensens when she took out $1000 and asked us to keep it. it was an eye-opener. not in the sense of "jian qian yan kai" but in the sense that i`ve never seen/received a piece of paper that worthed so much before. in the end, it just meant that we were trading the time we could`ve spent together for more money. that`s not the way things should be. well anyway, when it came to the bill, i witnessed the generosity of adults at its best. my mom took out cash, my dad snatched the bill, my mom then snatched my dad`s credit card. while they were occupied with all that, my uncle paid the bill. it was quite a funny scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and my mom had gotten a new job. meaning that she`ll be able to visit us every 3months or so. just hope that we can spend more time together next time instead of just having a meal. or maybe she could even stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. i`m a dreamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115898933979290145?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115898933979290145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the reactivity series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Potassium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sodium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calcium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magnesium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aluminium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zinc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Copper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;starting from the bottom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Superb&lt;br /&gt;Causing&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Analed&lt;br /&gt;Zhiming&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Lured&lt;br /&gt;Cows&lt;br /&gt;Small&lt;br /&gt;Gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we kept ourselves from sleeping just to come up with this. but it didn`t matter anyway. the reactivity series wasn`t even mentioned in the paper. fucking wasted precious sleep time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115883644069108807?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115883644069108807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115883644069108807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"you have to change your mindset" in the dialogue. it`s as if he thinks that he`s always right like some totally perfect wise shit. wish i had cheatcode parents like eden/steph`s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, woke up late today like i did yesterday and didn`t like the idea of wasting my time in detention class again so i thought my dad would understand if i told him that i wanted study at home instead. well, mistake from me. and instead of just saying no he went on about being responsible and brought up some irrelevant and nonsensical issues. tried to speak my mind but everything i said was replied with a "change your mindset". eventually we both got pissed. he went back to his room, i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why my mom left him. yeah harsh, i know. but what the fuck. this is the only place i`ll ever get to say this. i doubt he ever blamed himself for anything at all. things like forgetting to bring his wallet can become my fault because i 'rushed' him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mood for self study has been killed so i`m probably going to waste the day away doing nothing &lt;em&gt;constructive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115863987808563873?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115863987808563873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115863987808563873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115863987808563873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115863987808563873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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We are working to resolve the problems as quickly as possible."&lt;br /&gt;- photobucket.&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. enough said. they hate me. too lazy to make the required changes so bear with it if you can. if not, =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115604715001342097?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115604715001342097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115604715001342097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115604715001342097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115604715001342097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-are-currently-experiencing-minor.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115555088599285377</id><published>2006-08-14T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:26:36.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up early again for breakfast today. this time, with the help of thomas. was supposed to wake up at 5 but since i still had to wait until 6 for the mrt to reach bishan, i stole another 15 mins of sleep before waking up. saw eden`s msg which was sent at about 3+ saying that his eye was fucked up again and he won`t be meeting us. one down, four to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only after i left home that i realised i had forgotten to wake mel up. it was only 5.45 and i thought that maybye he could still make it there and have his breakfast so i gave him a call but that idiot said he wanted to sleep more. oh well. two down, three to go. luckily, all three of them turned up. no lonely breakfast =) for some reason, thomas came for breakfast without an appetite so kel, aaron and i got the usual sm meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left mac early cause thomas had to sign some attendance shit so the three of us sat around at the canteen til the morning assembly music went off. mel, kel and i started a frantic search for mr kwek hoping that he &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; turn up but SADLY, he didn`t. so sad ya? the prelims are coming and we`re spending our time in school having free period. sigh. anyway, spent the entertaining 3 periods in the canteen watching chartchai and melvin argue bout some facts of christianity. i`ve always been sceptical towards religious stuff but chartchai`s arguements were fucking lame so i took neither sides. sherwin got involved in the argument and ended up with cc going to sleep, defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of school was boring. ck, xueping, cc and i intended to go have prata at jalan kayu and then maybe stop over at eden`s house since &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; was obsessed with him but eden said we`d better not go to his house since his mom was at home so the trip was cancelled. i ended up in the kfc with aaron, mel and cc. went home after that and watched prison break. nice show with nice tattoos. a must watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115555088599285377?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115555088599285377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115555088599285377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115555088599285377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115555088599285377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/woke-up-early-again-for-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115530055851756319</id><published>2006-08-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:11:51.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this sudden rush of enthusiasm to wake up early for school today so last night, i suggested having breakfast at central`s mac at 6. chartchai rejected the idea without hesitation and look what happened? hope you enjoyed detention. lol. tried to sleep early but was still awake at 12. knowing that i only had 5 hours left to sleep, i resorted to counting sheeps. it was my first time and i didn`t know what was the required amount of sheeps that had to be counted before i could finally fall asleep but i was already at 200 and it just didn`t seem to work so i gave up. fortunately, i managed to fall asleep after awhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, woke up at 5 successfully with the help of kel`s morning call and had to wait til 6 before the first jurong east mrt train arrived. reached the mac at about 6.15 and saw kel ordering already. aaron showed up at about 6.30 and we decided that thomas and eden wouldn`t turn up so we went on to get our SM MEAL =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded on to school at about 7 and was somehow lucky enough to have mr prem miss me out when catching those (melvin, eden, yizheng, kelvin) who didn`t tuck in their shirt. spared myself from 3 rounds around the parade square and push ups. lol. had a history test during the first period and at the end of the test, we were given the ridiculous task to write our house phone number on the cover page so that she could call to inform the parents of students who performed &lt;em&gt;well.&lt;/em&gt; like who would ever wanna do that? aaron changed the last digit of his number while i wrote mine in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fine prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. well, sort of got lucky again cause when melvin followed suit, he got asked to rewrite his number while i got away. sure did feel lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had street soccer for pe and then, it was the moment of truth. recess ended and the graduating classes were gathered in the hall for the release of the O level chinese results. ms mu was given the task to handle our class`s marks and it wasn`t pleasant looking at her grin at the marks at all. when she read out eden`s result, i was totally shocked. eden had gotten a C5 and i was immediately demoralised. for some reason, i prefered aaron telling me my results instead of ms mu so i got him to ask for them. and what the fuck? i had gotten a B3. WOOOOOOOOOO~ to think i was gonna settle for a b4. but ya, i was convinced that i could do better so i`m planning to retake the paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i suppose my load has been lightened but there`s still maths and science so yeah, =( hope i`m really gonna start blooming with mike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115530055851756319?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115530055851756319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115530055851756319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115530055851756319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115530055851756319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/roar-had-this-sudden-rush-of.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115491861519691235</id><published>2006-08-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:49:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they claim they love you but they don`t wanna help you. it makes no sense at all. they don`t lose to gain anything but they don`t wanna give you the easy way out. it still doesn`t make any sense. nothing ever does. why work so hard when everything will still be gone eventually? what`s the point of thinking what`s the point anyway? everything happens for a reason. maybe that`s why there`s no reason to anything at all. you take a step back to get a good look at the whole picture. "that`s my life", you say. all you see is black. without any consideration, you take a step forward, and another, and another, and another. with every step you take, the pace is quickened. soon you find yourself dashing into nothing but absolute darkness. it`s a dark void. it`s life`s uncertainties. with a slight grin, you tell yourself, "it`s all up to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115491861519691235?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115491861519691235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115491861519691235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115491861519691235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115491861519691235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-claim-they-love-you-but-they-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115487513952435471</id><published>2006-08-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:28:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i know. as in i know you know; but who can help it? 6 periods of geog tmr. 3 before recess and 3 after school. don`t know how they managed to pull off something like that. i mean.. aren`t any of the supplementary class schedulers sane enough to realise that they`re putting us through hell every monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could skip school tmr but it seems like no one else is willing to do so besides eden and that isn`t good enough cause he has some sort of eye infection as a reason and btw, it looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Image029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shit. did it blink? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeahhhhh, i`d visit him now if i could. not out of concern though. lol. i`d give almost anything to skip school tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115487513952435471?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115487513952435471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115487513952435471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115487513952435471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115487513952435471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-sucks-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115462044538568938</id><published>2006-08-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:19:36.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking html codes.. &lt;&gt; &lt;&gt; &lt;here&gt;&lt;there&gt;stuck in my fucking head. spend almost the whole day on this skin but it was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that i expected looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/200/navs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but sadly, it has become what it is now. words that blend in with the background making it necessary to highlight the words if it was to be read. i seriously need some fucking help so please don`t hold back your solutions if you have any. i`d be grateful for your ingenuity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115462044538568938?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115462044538568938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115462044538568938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115462044538568938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115462044538568938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/fucking-html-codes.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115442862118529184</id><published>2006-08-01T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:00:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to school at 9 today. it was quite saddening to start the day with a reminder that there`s going to be a 2hrs detention class awaiting after school. whatever it was, &lt;em&gt;life &lt;/em&gt;has to go on so i went on to class and had 2 mins of mr fam`s lesson before finding out that ms balan was on MC. what a joyous occasion it was. yeah, mean me. lol. so the sadness was neutralized by 1hr and 30 mins of free period. chess all the way for mel and gang. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can run but you can`t hide. well, it`s damn true. had SS test after school so i went to find OM johnny to skip the detention but his instructions was to serve the detention tmr. at least there`s a bright side to it. no more supplementary lessons for tmr. -glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring. went home after bubble tea with aaron, eden, melvin and yizheng and uploaded the pics from sunday`s baby infested birthday party. here comes the cute stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/Picture0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Picture0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is fabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/Picture0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Picture0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry baby weimin. birthday boy`s sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/Picture0059.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Picture0059.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah here`s the birthday dude with apple (irritating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/Picture0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Picture0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saving the best for the last, this is ryan. the cunning + mischevious + violent but ultra cute brat who kept hitting me and when i said stop, he replied okay, pretended to turn around and turned back to hit me, catching me off guard. i kept trying to get a photo of him but was violently taken care of. toys, balls, balloons were thrown at the phone so i finally gave up. a trade was then carried out. me having a toy spoon on my head as a cap for a picture of him; however i screwed it up. blurrrrrrry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/Picture0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/Picture0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one, for a toy truck on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love him~&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to ali dude for brightening the pics for me. credited. no more meal =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115442862118529184?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115442862118529184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115442862118529184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115442862118529184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115442862118529184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/08/went-to-school-at-9-today.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115424927001481792</id><published>2006-07-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:33:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I`M TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awokened by the sound of the tv, i opened up my eyes effortless-lessly and took a peek at the clock. 9 o`clock. it was only 5 hours ago since th, jj and i went to sleep. why are they up already? semi-consciously, i went to wash up and then back to my room to investigate the reason for the act of not cherishing sleep. shameful enough, it was my bad hosting that made them wake up. firstly, i didn`t give th any blanket and left his arms and legs exposed to the air conditioned room. secondly, i let jj sleep with th instead of letting him sleep alone. complaints from th was that jj was snoring and pushing him to the side of the mattress and he was feeling too cold to sleep so he woke up at about 8+. sorry uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before, we, namely me, th, jj, alien, mingde and thomas decided to meet up at 2 at the braddell mrt to catch POTC but most of them blatantly ignored the meeting time and came at their own slow pace. by the time all of us met up, it was almost 3 already and we headed to cathay cineplex with the intention to purchase tickets for the 4pm movie which was already selling fast but because eden didn`t sound like he was going to make it in time, we didn`t know if we should buy the tickets or not. time doesn`t wait, and the same goes to tickets. while taking our time to consider, the flashing orange font [POTC: dead man`s chest] stopped flashing and turned red. oh well, we had no choice but to settle for the first row 7.35 movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we killed time by playing in the arcade and buying clothes. lol. not wanting to have to wait til about 10+ til we can have dinner, we decided to have an early dinner at about 6. Carl Jr's was the intended place to dine at but after we were introduced to the seductive burgers and their price, all of us decided that we needed to go somewhere else where the food was more affordable so burger king it was. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my addiction to ice made me collect all the ice before we left and bring it into the cinema. it was neckbreaking to spend 2hours+ watching a movie in the front row but it was worth it. although it wasn`t as nicely done as the first one, i must say that i really enjoy johnny depp`s acting. his role as a happy-go-lucky pirate seemed perfect for him which is why i really enjoyed the movie. jack sparrow`s a really interesting and funny character leading a carefree life. exactly the kind of life i dream to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, everyone except jj and th seemed restless so the 3 of us dropped off at bishan while the rest went home. staying over at my place seemed to be a good idea so it was just what we did. we went to 7-11 to get supper and sat at a playground eating and talking til it was around 3am+ when we went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i`ll be leaving for my cousin`s house in a moment to celebrate his son`s 1st birthday. hope to see lots of cute stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115424927001481792?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115424927001481792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115424927001481792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115424927001481792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115424927001481792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115409484650098263</id><published>2006-07-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:17:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i`m off the hook! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eden and i were warned by mr prem yesterday for having long hair when we were called out for truancy and had to report to him this morning for a hair check. since i had my haircut, it wasn`t surprising that i passed the hair check but as for eden who didn`t wanna cut his hair twice in less than a week, i couldn`t say the same. i had already told him the day before to cut his fringe cause it would be very obvious that he didn`t do anything about it no matter how hard he tried to gel it up but no, he said, "it will work." so he came to school this morning thinking that he`s safe but because we failed to report to mr prem before the morning assembly, we were punished to 3 round around the parade square and by the time we were done, eden`s fringe had already fell back into place; resting on his eyebrows comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to mr prem after the laps had been completed and mr prem was looking at me with those eyes that were filled with evil intentions when he said to me, "tell him." i knew damn well he wanted me to point out eden`s faults and make me feel like i had did him wrong but i just didn`t wanna do it so i just replied him with a "he knows." well.. miraculously, mr prem had graciously let him off and asked for him to report to him again on monday with a decent haircut. it was quite a rare scene but i`m sure eden really appreciated it and knows that he &lt;strong&gt;owes me a treat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during pe, i got away with forgetting to bring my pe shirt by passing myself off as one of the sick students and the rest of the day was pretty much boring. especially watching melloo and gang play chinese chess. i seriously don`t understand how chess can bring so much fun to them. well, maybe i just don`t know how to appreciate the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went off to sembawang with hwee after school to have our ez link made and he did something which was really stupid. he was oblivious to the mic that was sticked onto the glass panel and said something like "i just want the freaking ez link" in the screaming tone, but softly when the cashier was murmuring to herself. as sadistic as can be, i secretly hoped in my pitch black heart that the cashier had heard it and give a huge reaction about it but there was no reaction at all. she probably didn`t hear it. afterall, she had voices in her head to tend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 30 mins of straying around, we went back to collect the ezlink and headed back home. to my surpirse, ali dude actually did something which made me think that she`s QUITE talented. she edited my picture using adobe photoshop and this is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Zack Sparrow &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/817-1754_IMG(a).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/817-1754_IMG%28a%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! amazing isn`t it? maybe it`s just my liking for pirates that made me think so but yeah, you have to admit that she has that little bit of talent in her. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115409484650098263?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115409484650098263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115409484650098263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115409484650098263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115409484650098263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-off-hook-eden-and-i-were-warned-by.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115401653511125641</id><published>2006-07-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:08:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACKMASKING IS LIKE FUCKING FREAKISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115401653511125641?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115401653511125641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115401653511125641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115401653511125641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115401653511125641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/backmasking-is-like-fucking-freakish.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115390546500159155</id><published>2006-07-26T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:08:24.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it`s been more than a week since i`ve lost my wallet and guess what? i`ve finally used up all the coins in my house to pay for my bus trips and i just realised i had none left this morning. i thought of going to 7-eleven and buy some stuff in order to get the change i need but it wasn`t very practical since i`ve already woke up late and had not much time left till i was going to be late for school so out of desperation, i took the ezlink from my dad`s wallet and left for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus, i constantly reminded myself to tap the ezlink when i`m alighting since i`ve already been nagged a few days ago for not doing so but all thanks to eden for distracting me with his "highness", i ended up alighting the bus while messaging him neglecting the fact that i`ll have to pay a lot more extra for my journey. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school was the usual. copying of notes, listening attentively. =P recess was yet another debating session for eden and chartchai; this time on whether ice can make fire. it all started when eden suddenly claimed that ice can make fire and chartchai, doubtful, objected violently. i was supporting no at first, but after much consideration, i changed my vote to yes. however, no conclusions came up since we weren`t smart enough to prove anything. there was a mass hand out of 'A Forms' when ms balan stepped into class and about half of the class got them. the reason -- truancy. i guess that explains pretty much about our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended at about 2.45 and we boarded the bus 165 which was heading to the amk central direction. that was about when we saw eden and his unpredictable temper. the bus reached amk and we were just a little bit slower than the people that had alighted but the bus driver closed the door just as we were about to exit. he waited for awhile as if to show his discontent before he finally opened the door again. eden felt sort of offended and started cursing and staring at the uncle after we made our exit but it didn`t take long before he settled down and joke around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A PLEAD FROM ME TO WHOEVER PICKED UP MY WALLET. PLEASE RETURN IT TO POOR ME. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115390546500159155?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115390546500159155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115390546500159155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115390546500159155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115390546500159155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-more-than-week-since-ive-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115366612535654675</id><published>2006-07-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:49:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eden = pig, pig = eden. that`s an undeniable fact. i used up 2 bars of battery on my phone TRYING to wake him up this morning but somehow he continued to lie on his bed, unaffected. anyway, i reached central mac at about 11+ and saw ck, th and ali dude already sitting there and felt kind of guilty; but on the other hand, there`s always a eden. i managed to convince myself that i wasn`t late and went to get ali dude a mcnugget student meal which i accidentally promised her and got myself a fish filet meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got photo-ish when ali dude and ck &lt;em&gt;cocked their cameras &lt;/em&gt;and hid them under the table while i was in the toilet cleaning my oil stained phone. when i got back and just had my ass sat down, two cameras were whipped out in my face and yeah, you know the rest. after awhile, eden finally woke up on his own (i know, WOW!) and said he`d join us at the library so we waited for serena to arrive before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the library, studied for awhile, then ck started playing with the camera again. i don`t know what`s with him and cameras but they certainly do have a thing going on. ck`s thing with the camera slowly spreaded to ali dude and it ended the study mood. everyone was now fooling around and we decided to move to the cafe. not long after, eden, his cousin and his sis came. we ordered cookies and cream milkshake and potato chunks and started taking pictures and stuff until it was about 4+ when most of us started leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th and i met up with jiajun, weihao, aaron, minghong, and yeekhang at the yck grassroot. unfortunately, the security guard refused to let me and th in the billard room so the &lt;em&gt;oh so kind&lt;/em&gt; jia jun accompanied us to the bowling alley and we played pool there. after one game, benson and hwee came and we played a few more games before going to j8. time spent there was basically just looking at shoes, stoning and eating. after our dinner at long john silver, i left for home as i was feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, the entry`s getting less and less detailed cause i`m getting tired of it so yeah. SLEEP. bye =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115366612535654675?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115366612535654675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115366612535654675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115366612535654675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115366612535654675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115352392170455912</id><published>2006-07-22T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:03:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/817-1734_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i finally woke up after 13 hours of sleep with 1000000000000000 missed calls jamming my phone. lol. okay.. that`s obviously exaggerated but there was seriously quite a number of them. well, the reason`s mainly because i was supposed to go out with hwee, adam and jiajun and meet the others after their &lt;strong&gt;fairies dolls&lt;/strong&gt; musical but i fell aslp and somehow, totally ignored their calls. MY APOLOGIES. yeah and i`m pretty sure i missed out quite a lot but oh well, at least i had great fun yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a day for the racial harmony celebration so we only had to study for the first half of the day and spend the rest of the time in the hall, "celebrating". it wasn`t really a celebration but just us sitting through some teachers and even students relating their previous experience of racial riots to us and some prize giving for the best dressed student and teacher. a sec 3 girl whose name i do not know cause i never noticed her before! got the prize for being the most well dressed student shocked me by the way she spoke, or rather, giggled, when she was on the stage but i must say that seriously did deserve the prize for looking so damn good. LOL. =P and the prize for the best dressed teacher predictably went to mr raihan who dressed up as an arab. when the celebrations ended, we started taking pictures. lots of them. from the toilet, to outside the hall, to beside the canteen, to outside the school. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victim of school bully &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/DSCF1597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/DSCF1597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/DSCF1600.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/DSCF1600.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidental exposure by kel? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/DSCF1604.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/DSCF1604.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t think so =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/DSCF1602.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/DSCF1602.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school bully beats cc hands down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/DSCF1608.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/DSCF1608.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victim of outside school bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/1600/DSCF1630.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/905/3381/320/DSCF1630.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the cameras ran out of battery and everything, we finally decided to go home. surprisingly, on our way home, ali dude boarded the same bus as us and soon, more phototaking took place. i reached home at about 2 and chatted with ck, eden and ali dude on msn until 5+ when i decided on taking the nap which turned into a deep long sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, thanks to ali dude and eden for linking me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115352392170455912?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115352392170455912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115352392170455912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115352392170455912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115352392170455912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-finally-woke-up-after-13-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31308076.post-115339990529890381</id><published>2006-07-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:52:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog`s finally done. lol. however, the skin was taken off some blog skin site so yeah, you might have seen it somewhere else before but i`ll work on getting myself a custom made one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway, woke up late for school today so i took a bus to the mac at thomson to grab something to eat before heading to school. the security guard greeted me as i entered the school and it certainly felt good to start the day like that. reported to OM Johnny and was told to report after school for detention. amazingly, i found myself listening attentively during lessons and even did the probability sums that mr fam gave. the rest of the school day consisted of hwee sheng`s series of unfortunate events and 45 mins of detention. it was straight home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to thomas. jiajun and mingde for waiting for me to finish serving detention class and to mike for his malay costume =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if anybody wants to help me with a new skin, feel free to leave a message. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31308076-115339990529890381?l=can-i-sad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/feeds/115339990529890381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31308076&amp;postID=115339990529890381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115339990529890381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31308076/posts/default/115339990529890381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://can-i-sad.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-blogs-finally-done.html' title=''/><author><name>m i n g -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
