<?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-9137740</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:47:23.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WinterNitez</title><subtitle type='html'>my frens:

&lt;a href="http://xxinli.diaryland.com/"&gt; my hot junior &lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137740.post-115709216121278461</id><published>2006-09-01T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:29:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym</title><content type='html'>guys are always at the upper body weights huffing and puffing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are always at the legs machines and treadmill/stairmaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seldom do they swap places as if going to the other side is awfully weird or out of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115709216121278461?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115709216121278461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115709216121278461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115709216121278461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115709216121278461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/09/gym.html' title='gym'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115626185044951545</id><published>2006-08-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:50:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting too comfy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="508" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/2339/1024/DSC08861.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;let's try this new pillow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/2339/400/DSC08864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oops think someone saw me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/46/2339/400/DSC08866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but who cares...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115626185044951545?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115626185044951545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115626185044951545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115626185044951545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115626185044951545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-too-comfy.html' title='getting too comfy'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115611722691111521</id><published>2006-08-21T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T07:40:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/DSC08845.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08845.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/DSC08856.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08856.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115611722691111521?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115611722691111521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115611722691111521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115611722691111521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115611722691111521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/08/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115582769104093062</id><published>2006-08-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:14:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>being jogging at the nearby park recently. saw this father bringing his daughter to the park to play. they were holding some stick w a plastic palm on the other end. so i was wondering wad were they going to do with it as i jogged passed them. turns out they were going around the park hitting big red ants on the floor. wth.... the little girl was very excited, running ard and hitting the ants damn hard with her stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ant bully.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun know wad to make of the way the father is educating his daughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will upload some pictures i took at sentosa that day with my gf. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115582769104093062?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115582769104093062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115582769104093062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115582769104093062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115582769104093062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115374731787211313</id><published>2006-07-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:21:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jap green tea ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/hyno.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/hyno.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;recognise this logo? well, it's the new jap ice cream in town where the vendor will turn a wheel and miraculously ice cream will come out of his machine n into the cone/cup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wasabi flavour. wow i will neva try that man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; anyway, was walking at west mall w miaoyue and saw this stall among the other food vendors.. (i stayed away from the durain pie thing stall... eyucks) yup. we saw this ice cream stall b4 at bugis but only decided to try it now. u can see the long queue, n the big crowd gathering who were not queueing but looking at the man turning his wheel n making the ice cream come out. n then it hit me. why the logo. the logo was on the wheel. it was to hypnotise the crowd! oh my.. look at everyone just staring at the man turning his wheel. ok... even if it was not for this purpose, some how ppl were just amazed at the stall. becos it was new n the ....nice....spinning.... colours...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok jokes aside. when it was my turn, i ordered 2 green tea ice cream. i gave him $10. i got back $2 change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow. i will neva try that again man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115374731787211313?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115374731787211313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115374731787211313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115374731787211313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115374731787211313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/07/jap-green-tea-ice-cream.html' title='jap green tea ice cream'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115332625467084850</id><published>2006-07-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:24:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><content type='html'>wow... i am getting lazy or running out of things to say or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a month since i last wrote anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the old 01S67 again. this time w marie n her beau. hmm. looks honest n decent. but just as he said that i looked more like the clubbing sort instead of those that were REALLY going to zouk tonight( i quite out of the clubbing scene), looks can be deceiving. lol.&lt;br /&gt;not that i dun believe he is a honest n decent guy. but hey, i just met him right. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we always end up eating at some chinese place. went taka again to eat downstairs this time. some hongkong restaurant. something central. forgot. anyway, bik, sometimes i really think only we understand wad we are talking abt. lol. maybe we are the weirdoes lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope u guys squeeze to death in phuture tonight. nussu union camp ppl going; ntu ppl going (heard from alex cos he's one of them); smu ppl going also (heard from mok, he's going too). WOW. clash of the 3 unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gag* *gasps* can't breathe~~~ too many.................drunk ppl. haha. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yourselves. i'll keep my limited cash from the night operators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115332625467084850?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115332625467084850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115332625467084850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115332625467084850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115332625467084850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115138856820021230</id><published>2006-06-27T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:09:28.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road to recovery</title><content type='html'>the swelling has gone down but the top of my foot still quite pain. ligament still sore maybe? can't exert too much force but walking normally already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... running out of money also. can't run either. getting fat. everyday play game. watch tv. watch world cup. hmm.. that' would be the life if money was not a factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for ktv on sun w some camp frens n then jc frens on monday. everyone still the same, except the girls going into the working force. ate at crystal jade... sian... so ex. ate something like ba chor mee. w/o dee kuah. haha. (mr brown show) then realised something abt our class. all those attached, our partners are from hwachong as well, just from different batch. quote bik: "we are all done in by our own bloody school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my leg gets better soon. then can play bball n soccer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115138856820021230?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115138856820021230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115138856820021230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115138856820021230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115138856820021230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-road-to-recovery.html' title='on the road to recovery'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-115030199350424450</id><published>2006-06-14T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:19:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy n lazy days. ankle busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08808.1.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;                                                                              guess who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being working as renovation worker until my ankle got busted in a basketball game with the guys. landed badly. quite scary. i felt my 2 bones joined at the ankle shifting terribly in opposite directions so i just fell down so as not to put my body weight on it. after that it's just pain pain pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lost my job becos of that. stay home play games n watch soccer.&lt;br /&gt;photos from labrador park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08809.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08814.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/8115/652/320/DSC08824.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08821.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08807.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-115030199350424450?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115030199350424450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=115030199350424450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115030199350424450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/115030199350424450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-n-lazy-days-ankle-busted.html' title='busy n lazy days. ankle busted'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114840094208165997</id><published>2006-05-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:15:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Theme Park, KTV then DaVinci</title><content type='html'>went these 3 places with my gf. 1st 2 saturday n last one  just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape Theme Park is crap. ok i only enjoyed one ride that i forgot its name. will upload a video of it later. but the other rides were really sian... viking was still ok. another ride got us all wet.. the haunted house walk was nothing but the stupid little kids made it "terrifying". they went in 1 second n ran out the next. one even stumbled onto the floor after running out of the entrance n said "不要不要....." inside the malay girls were grabbing miaoyue like there are ghosts everywhere n screaming. it was pitch black so i reached out my hand to feel the walls n i felt a wet head. oh? things gonna get interesting? no.. it's just a sweat soaked head of a little boy running n screaming infront of me. the daytona ride is supposed to be the highlight for me but ended up queuing almost an hr for it... sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdict?&lt;br /&gt;a place fun for the kids but most of us would have outgrown it by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTV at cine.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be Da Vinci. but we went down to cine onli to see all slots from 5-12 sold out. onli left with midnight shows. Wow. so we ended up in a 2 person ktv where i shot a video of her. Should be up on the blog soon. ya. ended with me singing most of the time as usual. n her watching choosing songs to watch the MTVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaVinci Code&lt;br /&gt;stuck to the story plot. the same actor for Leigh Teabing in this show n magneto in Xmen. forgot his name. nice but a tad disappointing in the excitment factor. maybe not dark enough for me. cos i read the book already so the suspense factor a bit lacking already. so it has to be more visual n dark(not literally... then i would be contradicting myself).&lt;br /&gt;However, if there's one thing to learn from the story or the movie, it is DUN fully trust anything  in history or stories. even the book might be wrong. even da vinci could have been lying. why? history is written by winners. n winners dictate the laws n norms of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114840094208165997?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114840094208165997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114840094208165997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114840094208165997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114840094208165997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/05/escape-theme-park-ktv-then-davinci.html' title='Escape Theme Park, KTV then DaVinci'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114796791951477247</id><published>2006-05-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:58:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>been many many many days since i last updated my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i come to this page, i feel some blockage preventing me from penning down SOMETHING. ANYTHING. dun know why. is it becos my life has just become so monotonous that i have absolutely nothing to write abt? cos my everyday life is the same now? stay at home slack, can't find work, go out with frens to town onli to be stuck there thinking wad shud we do.... ktv, pool, eat, arcade or movies. perhaps we ourselves are limiting our own choices of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wanna talk abt that old lady in the streets of orchard selling tissues to young teenagers walking the streets like myself. but i can't find anything substanstial to bring up except that at that moment in time, although i refused to buy an over-priced tissue, i tot is that the polictically correct thing to do to an old lady trying to make ends meet or wadeva. i guess some ppl might be thinking the same thing as we walk towards Hereen to Sakae Sushi buffet whether we could have just spared $2 to the old lady when we are gonna spend 17 on ourselves to gorge ourselves to fullness. then again, if u had bought that tissue from her, are u telling her that this world still has someone who cares n bothers to buy her a $2 tissue from her? so how many more tissues does she need to sell b4 she can buy herself proper meals for a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun know. i dun know wad to think. dun know wad to feel. it's just complicated to me. but i do feel n think abt something. which is not abt wad's right n wad's wrong. how would it feel to be in her shoes? or in the shoes of the uncle who always used to be at clementi mrt station holding his walking cane and holding tissues in his hands. standing there for almost the whole day waiting for ppl to buy his tissues, listening to wad's going on ard him, becos he is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not asking ppl to donate or to buy from them. i myself am not one who readily parts my money for charity all the time too considering the number of youngsters going around solicitating donations for some foundation with their name tags and a picture n report of their foundation. i just kinda feel something. not pity, but just something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114796791951477247?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114796791951477247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114796791951477247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114796791951477247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114796791951477247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114767880880894094</id><published>2006-05-15T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:40:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>finally. i changed everything. bot a new phone too. but want to play games now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114767880880894094?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114767880880894094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>tmr will be the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths. my worst subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champion league final between arsenal and barca. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday mood. earn money. play. enjoy. finish up my uncomplete tasks. train up for ippt... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114613877806661147?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114613877806661147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114613877806661147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114613877806661147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114613877806661147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114575845123554352</id><published>2006-04-23T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T10:14:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liverpool 2 chelsea 1</title><content type='html'>YaY! Liverpool in the FA Cup Finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope during the transfer window Liverpool can buy new strikers. Get rid of Cisse pls... Crouch... think can get rid of him also. Liverpool needs a finisher, not a basketball player. like my brother said, he is just a clumsy oaf in the box. No speed, no technique, ABSOLUTELY digusting touches. which i agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114575845123554352?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114575845123554352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114575845123554352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114575845123554352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114575845123554352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/liverpool-2-chelsea-1.html' title='liverpool 2 chelsea 1'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114571568303387501</id><published>2006-04-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:21:23.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arsenal 1 spurs 1</title><content type='html'>a draw... damn... but henry saved the day once again. through pass to him. my heart pounded. defender breathing down his neck literally, keeper rushing out to stop him. one touch. me stops breathing. 2nd touch. milliseconds. goal. superb. absolute brilliance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a liverpool fan but it's such strikers that just takes my breath away. wonderful wonderful finish. rooney as well. but i still prefer henry. he is just magic. hope one day can see henry and ronaldinho pairing up. ~wishful thinking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. spurs. pls lose all your games. i dun want to see u in champions league. =p no offence but i feel the quality is not there yet. maybe a few more good signings will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was reading the newpaper today. they have the TNP/Nikon Soccer Babe challenge, in conjunction w the upcoming World Cup. Now. it's one thing to be a babe, it's another to be a soccer babe. if u know nothing abt soccer, then no point entering this contest...&lt;br /&gt;In today's Newpaper,  this girl Macy Chin said, "I think Brazil will win the World Cup again." "They have very good players, esp their goalkeeper Dida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... Brazil, the kings of samba, and all u can say is they can win becos of their keeper??? What happened to Kaka, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Adriano, Gilberto? Sure, Dida is good but thanks to him my beloved Liverpool lifted the Champions' League trophy from 3 goals down. and she mentioned brazil having a new player who will "surprise everyone this year. His name is Ronaldo." new??? so i went to check the Seleção's current squad. the onli ronaldo i see there is the buck tooth genius of real madrid. ya the fat one. so i guess im ready to be surprised by the new player she is mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;oh probably not. the last time she watched football was the 2002 World Cup. 4 years ago. WoW..&lt;br /&gt;well, she did say she was willing to research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe for a start, can start WATCHING soccer matches (try not to change the channels too much) n understand the game. the EPL is still on. so is the Champs' league.&lt;br /&gt;or just go wikipedia and see wad they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114571568303387501?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114571568303387501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114571568303387501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114571568303387501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114571568303387501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/arsenal-1-spurs-1.html' title='arsenal 1 spurs 1'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114541532673421579</id><published>2006-04-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:55:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading week wednesday</title><content type='html'>my attention span is getting shorter and shorter. better get back to study mode soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in the library today. seems like a good place to study. since it's quiet, cooling, and i got my laptop lock so i can walk ard school going to get hot milo or a chocolate waffle or lunch or dinner w/o carrying my things ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven seen any familiar faces besides those from my MNO class. din know hall was such a conducive place to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my house isn't. why?&lt;br /&gt;1. Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. TV&lt;br /&gt;3. Desktop w my games in it (dismantled and kepted in my wardrobe until 28th)&lt;br /&gt;4. Food&lt;br /&gt;5. Brownie (my dog)&lt;br /&gt;6. my mother(when she comes home from work... nag nag nag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like every exam i will study at some place other than my house, besides PSLE. i dun think i studied for that...&lt;br /&gt;O levels: JE library everyday without fail&lt;br /&gt;A levels: Ginza Plaza Mac or study corner at some void deck near my house&lt;br /&gt;army exam: OCS library(ok onli 1 hr but still not in my bunk)&lt;br /&gt;Last sem: Engin classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. back to books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114541532673421579?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114541532673421579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114541532673421579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114541532673421579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114541532673421579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/reading-week-wednesday.html' title='reading week wednesday'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114534743056523421</id><published>2006-04-18T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:03:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading week tuesday</title><content type='html'>my mistake abt the calm before the STORM statement. it's raining and thundering away everyday!!! wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if onli it was like this during school term. cooling afternoon naps. better not be like this after exams. especially next friday which is my last paper. planning to play street. better dun rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smu finished their exams already n some of my frens are gloating already. haiz... just wait. (flash of lightning) woah... it's really pouring out there. which reminds me. i gotta get myself some new sandals and new street soccer boots. mine has lost almost all friction, almost fell when i went to arts canteen to get some chocolate waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to camp till 9 plus tonight. another break at 6 for my dinner then pia from 7 to 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ imagine wad u would be doing now if u were not a uni student ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in army, i used to tell my frens who went uni 1st that i miss school. guess i really forgot abt the exams part that time. lol. but then again, if i was in the army now, i would be out in the field wet, waiting for the weather to clear(can't train during CAT I status) to continue training in my wet uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114534743056523421?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114534743056523421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114534743056523421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114534743056523421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114534743056523421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/reading-week-tuesday.html' title='reading week tuesday'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114524794306895492</id><published>2006-04-17T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:25:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reading week</title><content type='html'>the calm before the storm? nah.... school is still as packed as ever. same sights as last sem, and most probably many many sems b4 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engin: &lt;br /&gt;Classrooms open 7 days a week till 12pm. But usually fully booked by students by 0830, one hr after they are opened. some will be locked by these students, not all from faculty of engineering tho, to prevent our ppl from using the rooms. More extreme cases will involve both locking the doors and pasting paper on the small glass windows of the doors to prevent others from even seeing if it is FULLY occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustbins filled to the brink... oops wrong. it's piles and piles of macdonald rubbish "stacked" beside the rubbish bin in wadever order u call it. why? cos the dustbin is already full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning sights of guys sleeping on the study benches outside LTs. camp over nite to study... my god... i rem the last time i camped over nite w roy and ws. ended up playing and talking cock the whole nite. ended up in roy's room to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next will do the mugging sights of the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114524794306895492?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114524794306895492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114524794306895492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114524794306895492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114524794306895492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/reading-week.html' title='reading week'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114483976128161253</id><published>2006-04-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:02:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>computing prac exam</title><content type='html'>for 15 mins of cork up, u compensate us 10 mins. nice. im more angry with myself for not being able to solve my error in my code during the exam but i could solve it once i reached home. but still, a cork up RIGHT on the dot of exam time isn't a great warm up for all those involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad's more,  those not affected also given the same time extention? i noe they couldn't start the exam too when the server is not up. but they did the preparation while we were still struggling to log in to the bloody computer in the FACULTY of computing, and dun need to read the instructions anymore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly got stuck in the lift again when i went home. went up to 17th floor then door din open and then lift went to 13 to open.&lt;br /&gt;say want to upgrade lift in our block. repair the bloody thing 1st la. outside do nice nice then use back same crappy lift also no use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114483976128161253?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114483976128161253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114483976128161253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114483976128161253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114483976128161253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/computing-prac-exam.html' title='computing prac exam'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114433408547577672</id><published>2006-04-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:34:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams coming</title><content type='html'>exams coming. studying studying studying. same thing as last sem. gotta stop playing and convert those playing / doing nothing at home time to studying or reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope can do well this sem to pull up grades. then can enjoy holidays  to the max.  anyway,  tcr that side called today to ask me go back work.  told them exams coming. really not enuff ppl there man. but during hols not sure if i wanna go back there to work... seriously speaking, i can get better pay elsewhere for that amount of work. dun know la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays i wanna use the progress package to go skin centre and maybe learn a few lessons of driving. maybe not enuff for driving but should be enuff for skin centre consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently a major news was broken to me which i tot changed my life(or more literally should be changed the way certain things are supposed to be in my life). it certainly answered some doubts which i have had over the years. but im not intended receiptient of this news. i mean im supposed to know it too but the real person who should know it doesn't. i wonder how that person would feel.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dun ask. just dunno how to express my feelings towards this issue and i dun want to talk abt it. just want to get some load off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114433408547577672?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114433408547577672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114433408547577672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114433408547577672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114433408547577672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/exams-coming.html' title='exams coming'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114412566464165846</id><published>2006-04-04T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:42:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>ven.det.ta      noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A feud between two families or clans that arises out of a slaying and is perpetuated by retaliatory acts of revenge; a blood feud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A bitter, destructive feud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; or better known as the ultimate skill of nerubian assasin of DoTa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think must go catch this after exams. hope it will still be screening in the cinemas by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People shoud not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;check out http://vforvendetta.warnerbros.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114412566464165846?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114412566464165846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114412566464165846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114412566464165846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114412566464165846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/04/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V for Vendetta'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114374658505846604</id><published>2006-03-31T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:23:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress package</title><content type='html'>$700 cos i live in a 5 room flat. wad? last time 5 room flat cheap leh. i still poor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya... got money not bad already. just accept it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can buy one of these things:&lt;br /&gt;- ipod nano&lt;br /&gt;- L7 motorola handphone&lt;br /&gt;- LCD computer screen&lt;br /&gt;- Small TV for my room + cheap DVD player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or save the money for a rainy day and outings w my gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions decisions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114374658505846604?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114374658505846604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114374658505846604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114374658505846604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114374658505846604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/03/progress-package_31.html' title='progress package'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114283425744099642</id><published>2006-03-27T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:51:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun like flabby ben</title><content type='html'>it was not many years ago when food was devoured into a bottomless pit called ben's stomach. the food seems to go elsewhere besides passing out the normal way through my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl ask, " How come you dun get fat?  it's not FAIR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my weighing scale is stuck at 68kg. no matter how much i run or swim. sad. must stop eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson starting soon. continue writing this later. now in heaven(business). haha. hell is engin. arts is  earth. every monday i journey from hell thru earth to heaven. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114283425744099642?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114283425744099642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114283425744099642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114283425744099642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114283425744099642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dun-like-flabby-ben.html' title='i dun like flabby ben'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114214317765795175</id><published>2006-03-12T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:59:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 day work week</title><content type='html'>i can't believe myself. actually studying 7 days a week... omg. come to school even on sundays to study. yucks. i can't stand myself. but then again, it's precisely because i couldn't stand myself lagging behind in studies which is why i have been a bit more hardworking. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, if i was not in engineering and lagging behind in my work, what would i be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- working to earn money to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eating good food and getting fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- going out for alot of movies and shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spending more time w my gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- find my old army frens from ocs and my unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go for a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's just hope holidays i can do more of those. for now let's concentrate on pulling those CAP scores up( i hope...), 2 chapters behind in physics, 1 chapter behind in math, infinity chapters behind in management, 3 chapters behind in electrical engineering. OMG. im actually in sync with COMPUTING. WTF. and i dun even like it that much. i just like computer GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only exams could be done in pairs or group, zhixian can do the math and algorithm for me, i do his computing and theory for him. lol. his computing like shit. my math is like SHIT. complements each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114214317765795175?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114214317765795175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114214317765795175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114214317765795175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114214317765795175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/03/7-day-work-week.html' title='7 day work week'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114170697971341466</id><published>2006-03-07T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:46:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>yupz. it was my bday yesterday. no drinks, no great food, no partying, no smoking imported charcoal filter cigarettes. NO getting wasted(drunk like hell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a simple affair. went to miaoyue's hse 1st to have my "ice-cream cake" from WALLS. haha. it was one whole tub of ice cream with a candle on top. kinda remind me how how i celebrated her bday. then it was celebration at my house. she came over for dinner then she played maple on my com. haha. gr8 way to celebrate my bday. then watched "love actually" on my laptop. too bad we couldn't finish it cos she had to go home early. her sis was alone at home and she was worried abt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her worries were not unfounded. when we reached her home her door was open, only the gate was locked. and the keys to the house were on the table 1 metre away from the door. and she fell asleep while studying on the sofa. haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you my &lt;strong&gt;Deer&lt;/strong&gt; for the presents. haha. i really like them. thank you for spending my unhappening bday w me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114170697971341466?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114170697971341466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114170697971341466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114170697971341466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114170697971341466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114114579491663103</id><published>2006-03-01T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:56:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/toilet%20break.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08739.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/DSC08750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/DSC08750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zoo trip during the mid term break with my gf. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time since either of us have been there. yay.&lt;br /&gt;hope she enjoyed it as much as me. i know alot of ppl think is stupid idea. ya roy, i dun have a  MORE romantic place to go. at least the zoo was smoke free. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the pics. will try to post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114114579491663103?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114114579491663103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114114579491663103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114114579491663103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114114579491663103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/03/zoo-trip.html' title='zoo trip'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-114048880230134179</id><published>2006-02-21T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:26:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid term break</title><content type='html'>mid term tests over. 2 test results out already. so far so good. just a little disappointed w maths with my careless mistakes. but surprising my computing did quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now it's the mid term break. not including 2 days of weekend, our glorious mid term break consists of 4 days. friday is school day. yes. school day. i only realised that when i was planning a zoo trip with my girlfren on friday. then she told me it was a friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... im sure alot of ppl have the same sentiments. holidaes dun feel like holidaes. haha. at least for engineers we had our mid term tests liao. consider lucky. there are even luckier ppl with NO mid term tests. lucky *(&amp;%*&amp;amp;$%#..... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went suki sushi buffet w zhixian n gang yesterday. long time neva buffet. tho a bit disappointed no ktv session again. guess have to find some other ppl to go. putting on weight. shit. haha. time to go train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-114048880230134179?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/114048880230134179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=114048880230134179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114048880230134179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/114048880230134179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/02/mid-term-break.html' title='mid term break'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113930208105373691</id><published>2006-02-07T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:48:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sights</title><content type='html'>sometimes wished i had a camera phone then can snap up shots and post them here to share. words sometimes just not enough, especially with non-novel writing skills of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nus is an interesting place to see interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Library seats booked by just one piece of foolscrap paper for 3 hrs. take away that paper someone will tell u that seat is taken. then u will see the person come 3 hrs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cellphone booths used for talking on the phone in the library occupied. Occupants all spread nice and comfy inside with their laptop and books. Outside there's a sign "For handphone usage only"&lt;br /&gt;Replaced with: "Live animals in glass display. Creatures may be asleep. Do not rouse creatures with food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Couples holding hands while doing homework. Couples hugging while doing homework with ppl who dun know them in the same classroom. ( i have nothing against public affection tho. but there shud be a limit) Couples holding hands in lecture. Girl lying on guy's shoulders in lecture. guy with hand around girl.&lt;br /&gt;Movie title? "Lecture 4: X X X "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Field pack (army guys' normal bag for outfield usage) on a girl's shoulder in nus. Black in colour. Extremely fashionable. won't  catch a guy with field pack on his shoulders. too girly even girls are carrying it in school. or rather, dun want to be reminded of the 'good' ol days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113930208105373691?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113930208105373691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113930208105373691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113930208105373691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113930208105373691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/02/sights.html' title='sights'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113869706856922847</id><published>2006-01-31T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:44:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year</title><content type='html'>another FESTIVE new year just went by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it used to be quite a short lived happiness when i was in the army. book out day. sleep at grandma's house. eat bak kwa. book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's go late grandfather's hse. see relative. watch lion dance on tv. go grandmother's hse(father side) see relative, eat dinner play with young cute cousin. eat bak kwa. go home&lt;br /&gt;stay home&lt;br /&gt;stay home&lt;br /&gt;stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my relative visiting only last one day this year. no sparklers. no small paper stones that go "piak!!" when u throw them. no fire setting. no gambling. hmmm. just see my cousins have all grown up too except for those few younger ones whom their parents dun allow to play around freely already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt nancy said my hair was ugly. wtf. think she thinks im an ahbeng la. my bro no better... think she doesn't want her kid, my cousin xuewei to mix with me.. come on. i looked after him before since he was 0 years old. compare to the other spoilt brat siying she has he's a much more polite boy... anyway, my other cousins all getting prettier. 2 going nus next year hopefully. better watch out for all those wolves. aawoooooo~~~~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. back to doing homework. still got some online math lab to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~go my eye on Motorola Rzr V3... hmmmm hellomoto. hope it's cheap~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113869706856922847?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113869706856922847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113869706856922847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113869706856922847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113869706856922847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='chinese new year'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113824637813891022</id><published>2006-01-26T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:32:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week 3</title><content type='html'>it's been another week. tryin my best to update my blog. week 3 is really quite fierce.with all the tutorials and homework, going out is also quite bothersome when u have tothink of all the work that are due soon and work left at home undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no choice. poor sem 1 results so gotta pia a bit more. computer games must put on a slight hold at times and im quite sure i wouldn't want to spend late nights clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't sound like Ben Wong eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was discussing abt children being spoilt these days. god damn.... wad is wrong withparents nowadays?? just fucking spoil their kids and there u have it, a spoilt brat who thinksmoney is everything and if im rich i can be rude, spoilt and basically do wadeva i want. A word of "please" was usually used when ppl want to be polite. Now they just use it cos it's supposed to come before a request. They dun even mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u you army gonna change this brats next time when they grow up. i doubt so with the new"3G" system. more pay, less service time, more welfare. hmmm. i wonder how u fight a war withthat. i think NSF gonna get year bonus also right? (correct me if im wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time if ever i become rich, i will buy a HDB flat and make my family stay there. and tellmy kids Daddy's a taxi driver. just so they know they not gonna have everything their way in life all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113824637813891022?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113824637813891022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113824637813891022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113824637813891022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113824637813891022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-3.html' title='week 3'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113785676153546503</id><published>2006-01-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:19:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ending work. starting school homework</title><content type='html'>Week 3 is coming. Tutorial Week starting. Damn.... i haven't started on the tutorials yet. and my last day of work tomorrow. One Management assignment of 2-3 pages due on Monday. Physics tutorial on Monday too. Gotta pia work tonight.... with my contacts ON!!!! FUCK&lt;br /&gt;that's becos i left my spectacles in Royston's hall on friday before i went to work when i changed to contacts in his room... my eyes are damn tired now la. then today went to his room when he was not ard to find my specs but i couldn't find it. gotta go find it tmr morning... my eyes really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Think tmr after work still gotta do my work. Dun think i can finish it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have been smoke free for 3 weeks already. REALLY SMOKE FREE. not even social smoking. now u fuckers who keep suaning me or say wadever shit abt me not smoking can shut the fuck up. haha. u guys can carry on with the motto "it takes a strong man to quit smoking, it takes an even stronger man to fight cancer". i just want to be a strong man. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work. just finish packing the room. now Roy, i packed my room like u said the other time u came to my house and complained abt EVERYTHING in my room being messy. when u gonna join me as a strong man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113785676153546503?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113785676153546503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113785676153546503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113785676153546503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113785676153546503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/01/ending-work-starting-school-homework.html' title='ending work. starting school homework'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113661910839108848</id><published>2006-01-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T15:31:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lionel says im a lazy blogger</title><content type='html'>yes lionel. i agree. im a lazy blogger. sometimes i got things to write abt but the tot of writing it out and making it interesting is just so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, new year we make new resolutions. im not the kind who does make new year's resolutions but i guess this year i just have to make one small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking. been quite alrite. onli when i see smokers i know and they offer me i take it. ALRITE. from now on, i shall upgrade from no buying of cigarettes to no taking of free cigarettes too. slowly ah. one move at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is my new social smoker theory. u can neva be a social smoker when u urself buy cigarettes. u know why? when u keep cigarettes in ur room, u will tend to want to smoke it. as long as u have them with u, there will come the time u feel the urge n then u give in. so now u see my drawer my pockets i dun have cigarettes. A social smoker onli smokes other ppl's cigarettes. cos the smoker offers u one and u take it and then u socialise and talk while u smoke. to me that's social smoking.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be a clubbing smoker. onli smoke during clubbing. unused fags i will throw away before i get home. well, it din work out that well. in taiwan i smoke almost 1 pack in 2 days outfield. sometimes 1 pack a day outfield. yes. it was that bad. but now im glad i can tell myself not to buy it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Royston, u can do it man. just stop buying. then u dun have to offer me as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113661910839108848?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113661910839108848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113661910839108848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113661910839108848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113661910839108848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2006/01/lionel-says-im-lazy-blogger.html' title='lionel says im a lazy blogger'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113591276782720814</id><published>2005-12-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:19:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for no post and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN TAN!!</title><content type='html'>Alrite. Im gonna make this a long post. Just to make up for all the things i didn't blog about during this period of absence. I won't go in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN TAN!!!! as expected, ur party is full of booze and more booze. FUCK.... i can't believe even ur brother's frens come over and drink like mad. stupid kids... dun know their own limits just drink and drink and drink. when i left i saw all the guys frens of ur brother on the floor. either puking or too weak to stand up. wad a way to show manliness in front of the girls they brought. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But the best was still u. haha. i dun know how many litres we put inside of u man! i was afraid u get alcohol poisoning... anyway, u are damn smooth. u change gf so fast... but i hope this one will last for u. cos she is much better than the other one. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------===========================-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPENING MY EYES TO GAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxwell food centre is full of gays at nite. maybe u guys know that already but i was new to that. cos one nite me and waisiong went there to eat after work. we saw one group of guys sitting at one table. one of them was sitting on another's lap and licking his ears and after that smooching each other. AVOID EYE CONTACT AT ALL COST MAN. lucky im not the handsome one. one of them gave waisiong a long hard seductive look and i saw his face freak man. haha. straightaway he put his arms ard wanxuan to show that he's straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time we went to a gay club on invitation by this dancer fren of his. Just opposite maxwell food centre(now u know why maxwell has the gays). Really, the whole place was a sausage party. On the podium u see some naked top body u tot it was a girl but u look closer it's a GUY! or GAY.. i could count the number of girls there with 2 hands. anyway, i tot i was safe since i wore a shirt. Why? cos everyone else was in tees. TIGHT tees i shud add so i tot a shirt was a sign that im straight and im just here to see what's going on. Waisiong got "mobbed" by one guy who put his arms around him and grabbed his arms. HAHA i tot. the next moment i felt something on the back of my neck. I turned and moved away quickly to see wad was going on. THAT GAY just kissed me on the necking thinking i was waisiong. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was fucking turned off man.... went home and freaking scrubbed my neck red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------======================---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i bot for myself was a tee that costed $2 from taka. no taka is not closing down. i just have some vouchers which i used. anyway the tee costed onli $22. saw a nice white le coq jacket but the cutting still needed some improvements. can buy that for a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on christmas day was great. long time since i have been on a date. it was wonderful. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113591276782720814?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113591276782720814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113591276782720814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113591276782720814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113591276782720814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-for-no-post-and-happy-birthday.html' title='sorry for no post and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN TAN!!'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113475913773009490</id><published>2005-12-17T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T02:52:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>work starts 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work ends 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more nights out. not to say hanging out with frens. unless u guys wanna come down tanjong pagar to tan2 chang4 ren2 LIVE pub/cafe to listen to chinese songs from live band. i recommend friday and saturdays. less oldies... i really mean OLDIES songs. come before 815. band starts 830. before 815 is happy hour, drinks are seriously cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornings wanna sleep later also cannot. my bed just beside my window 1030 the sun will shine directly on my butt. fuck. wanna hide near the wall also can feel the heat. have breakfast together with lunch. watch tv. play games. oh. look at the time. time to prepare for work liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when am i gonna strike the jackpot at TOTO? damn... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113475913773009490?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113475913773009490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113475913773009490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113475913773009490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113475913773009490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113423474817444784</id><published>2005-12-11T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:12:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time stuck in a lift (ALMOST)</title><content type='html'>last year(or was it this year) i wrote something about seeing a abandon doll in the lift during the wee hours of the nite when i was half drunk. scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same lift nearly trapped me on the 17th storey. i always alight there and make my way down to 16 where i live. today was just the same usual routine. but the lift started to shake a bit and some hiccups as it slowed to the 17th storey. the indicator showed it has reached 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door doesn't open.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press press press "door open". nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. after 21 years then u finally let me be stuck in the lift. no way. so i tried pressing 13 storey. the lift jerked. wad.... 5 mins later. door opens. i din even feel the lift move. fuck. lvl 13. ok. fine... walk out safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that lift renovation for my block better come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113423474817444784?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113423474817444784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113423474817444784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113423474817444784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113423474817444784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/1st-time-stuck-in-lift-almost.html' title='1st time stuck in a lift (ALMOST)'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113420010917872778</id><published>2005-12-10T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:35:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sorry to have to say this</title><content type='html'>queen of queens and bizcom bash were major disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crude translation: sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both were, as i saw it, advertisement for the sponsors. basically after the events almost everyone left. for queen of queens even the contestants left after the pageant. great...&lt;br /&gt;for bizcom bash, i was practically standing all the way and looking at the event from 1030 to 12. same thing happened. after 12 almost everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made up my mind. no more clubbing with just 1, 2 frens. there's no mood. plus im gonna think 4 times about going to bashes. now to think i saw bizcom ppl trying to sell the tickets to passer-bys outside the club. OMG... sell to them to go in and listen to the sponsers and then leave after that. all for $18? i think marketing textbooks have a chapter called ethical marketing. at least mine had. and im an engine student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i had to say this even tho i have frens in bizcom. it's just the cold hard truth tt i want to say. probably u guys din want it to be like this. then i guess something went wrong in the planning. n im not even complaining abt union camp. cos i made some great frens there. perhaps a look into the organising is due...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113420010917872778?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113420010917872778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113420010917872778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113420010917872778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113420010917872778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sorry-to-have-to-say-this.html' title='im sorry to have to say this'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113410721717193788</id><published>2005-12-09T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:46:57.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me which is true</title><content type='html'>1. Never trust the woman who gives you the best oral sex you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss her before 2 dates have gone by or you'll be friended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls who say, "I love sports!" are lying. Girls who ask you what time the game is on, without specifying which game they're talking about, are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Woman are turned on by the scent of black licorice. (goodness, what is that? some one enlighten me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On a first date, woman beaver order what they really want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The average woman owns 8 bras and wears each one 5 times before washing. (serious??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every woman is self conscious about her arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At least one of ur girlfriend's friends wants to sleep w you. (hope for the pretty one. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Either that, ur girlfriend likes one of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You'll probably never know how many guys she's slept with. The standard lie is 5. Which really means about 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Taken from MAXIM~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113410721717193788?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113410721717193788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113410721717193788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113410721717193788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113410721717193788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/tell-me-which-is-true.html' title='tell me which is true'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113386550349584788</id><published>2005-12-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:38:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and more for u lionel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/NATURALE-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/NATURALE-1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113386550349584788?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113386550349584788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113386550349584788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113386550349584788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113386550349584788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-more-for-u-lionel.html' title='and more for u lionel'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113386531636629340</id><published>2005-12-06T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:35:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for lionel lim u bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/NATURALE-6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/NATURALE-6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/NATURALE-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/NATURALE-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113386531636629340?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113386531636629340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113386531636629340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113386531636629340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113386531636629340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-lionel-lim-u-bitch.html' title='for lionel lim u bitch'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113385452112077731</id><published>2005-12-06T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:35:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally changed it</title><content type='html'>this is a character from the game silkroadonline. basically it's just like WoW - World of Warcraft but one MAJOR difference. it's free! so i would love to recommend it to all but i hope u guys won't play. y? THE FREAKING SERVER IS EITHER "JAMMED" OR "OVERBURDENED" as they call it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. do join us. me roy Hames Ts all playing. used to just play maple(cos it's free) but i guess it's good bye maple already. haha. this is COOLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last week went out with waisiong to meet roy and gang. stupid rain. we got caught in it when we were making our way there on bike. great.... next place we went was straight to the toilet for a good 45 mins blow drying our clothes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't mind that. haha. cos coincidently, we met catherine at starbucks. din see her. she came over and as usual caught me by surprise (1st time was in sch near engin). this time she was with her boyfren too. (DAMN! haha! =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day @ the beach. sorry waisiong. we couldn't wake up in the morning to see u at the half way mark of the marathon. SORRIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think it's time to work out. im getting flabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113385452112077731?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113385452112077731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113385452112077731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113385452112077731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113385452112077731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-finally-changed-it.html' title='i finally changed it'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113212906490733472</id><published>2005-11-16T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:17:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rules</title><content type='html'>i think i mentioned this before. but since it's exams period and most of my limited brain power is allocated to formulae and equations, i shall write this simple entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legal age for sex is 16 but u can't watch an R(A) movie until u are 21. and it's ONLY R(A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are entitled the power of killing someone if there is a war at age 18/19 when they join the army. yet, they can't watch a R(A) movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mp3 downloaders are caught or given warning letters. (everyone lie low for the moment. =p)&lt;br /&gt;however ppl still download porn to watch n they are onli worried abt their parents coming in while they are cumming. (oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nus is a non-smoking campus. yet at a certain place in nus arts fac, there is a place dubbed "Heaven" where ppl just smoke like nobody's business. even the teacher is smoking there. and at that place there is a nice big sign for all to see. "NUS is a smoke-free campus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how some rules are made and enforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember in my River Valley days.&lt;br /&gt;one day the guys were all dismissed from the hall and the hall downs were closed. then when the girls came back, they told us it was abt wearing coloured bras to school.... wtf... okie. so now hair band or the rubber band must be black blue or white right? but bra can onli be white. hmmm. wad if yours was the ah ma colour? hair band black blue white then bra also same la. our uniform so thick also no one can see. unless is the PE shirt. sports bra must also wear white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couples that were discovered by our dear Mrs Lok must sit everyday at the nice benches outside the office and write GP essays "Why is a relationship not suitable for me now?", "We should have relationships at an older age". Why not write "How to avoid getting caught for having a relationship in River Valley" or "Dun do stupid things with your partner in that god damn bloody uniform that everyone recognises"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113212906490733472?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113212906490733472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113212906490733472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113212906490733472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113212906490733472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/11/rules.html' title='rules'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113102536769851148</id><published>2005-11-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:42:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday shaun to</title><content type='html'>who is shaun to? who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this great guy who hated me in Bravo Wing different platoon, same section in pro term in Bravo Wing and fellow guardsman (NOT SECURITY GUARD... we fight behind enemy lines ok? u think onli commando do that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad's going on. ppl all hate me then grow to love me. =p right shaun yoon and waisiong. well, there are still ppl who hate me so wad the hell.. heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the treat at Brewerkz yesterday To. thanks YouAn too. the beers were really ALOT... hahah. really crazy night. much better than my recent clubbing experiences. which is why i dun go clubbing anymore. just hang out with a few frens, that's enough for me. made some new frens too yesterday. all the angmoh sch gang la. haha. it's thru To that this communist sch boy(RV - Hwachong) got to know the capitalist angmoh school students. damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks again To. too bad the night had to be spoil by some fucker already drunk already still wanna go MoMo and club. in the end call us and need us to go fetch him home. useless piece of shit. still need to call your gf to come down and take care of u... wtf. watch yourself please.... we may not be there to take care of u sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, u have been telling me to take care of u everytime we go for a late night involving drinks la!!! haha.  even when i am also drinking u also tell me that. add stress to me know... means i need to hold even more liquor and not get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u know i will still take care of u. Shaun To as well. Royston too... if he could just join us once in a while and forgo the opposite sex... haiz... hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a doormat for my frens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113102536769851148?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113102536769851148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113102536769851148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113102536769851148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113102536769851148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-shaun-to.html' title='happy birthday shaun to'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113077617734016607</id><published>2005-10-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:29:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great show</title><content type='html'>wow. channel 5 just aired a great show! im impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SIEGE starring Denzel Washington. Great actor. and really good content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go get a DVD or something to watch it. too tired to narrate the story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Quote of the Day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's rude to stare at a pretty lady, but it's impolite not to take a glance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ben Wong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113077617734016607?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113077617734016607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113077617734016607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113077617734016607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113077617734016607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-show.html' title='great show'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-113048674721749309</id><published>2005-10-28T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:05:47.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do dreams tell the truth?</title><content type='html'>anyone knows about dreams reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dreams weeks ago which i din remember until now. when something that was related to the dream became some of reality for me. how shud i explain this without exposing my dream... hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just take it as something like eating a lot in your dreams and then one day u find yourself fat. hope that helps. AND it is not a wet dream.... wet dreams always become reality for me. =p kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. like i was saying, i had this dream where something happened which i din not want it to happen if it was in real life. then, recently, i just have this irky feeling my premonitions will come true... maybe im sensitive (or emotional like some would call it) but im just afraid it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so logically i should do something about it to prevent it from happening right? instead of just complaining here in cyber world where it is as good as dream world... duh. haha. i know what should be done. but i dun know how to go about doing it. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a confused fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-113048674721749309?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/113048674721749309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=113048674721749309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113048674721749309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/113048674721749309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-dreams-tell-truth.html' title='do dreams tell the truth?'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112986276959202568</id><published>2005-10-21T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:45:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe u were standing behind in the line</title><content type='html'>Bot my physics textbook at the forum bookshop at NUS. finally. only to have a appalling experience with some NUS girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picks up 4kg textbook and heads for the counter. joins the queue and another girl joins me behind. as we near the counter, she moves forward to take a look at some pens and i notice she is holding some sweets. "girls and their snacks" i tot. but i realised something very soon. she did not go back to her place behind me. instead she tried to displace me from the queue when i moved aside to give her some space to access the pens. "ok. maybe she is just more comfortable standing there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are within reach of the counter, i moved forward but she puts her sweets in front of me on the counter. *frowns* she continues to look at her pens and when there was an empty space as the line moved forward, she conveniently stepped in front of me to get to her sweets. "wad the fuck" i tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i was a) going to give her a good sacarstic fuck for being so rude.&lt;br /&gt;                                b) just assume she is just putting her sweets at the counter&lt;br /&gt;i chose b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did go off to get more snacks. so i tot okie. lucky i din scold her. would be so ungentlemanly. when i was going to put my book on the counter, she came back and shifted her sweets infront of me. *BIG frown and signature xia lan look of Ben*&lt;br /&gt;she avoided eye contact with me. "pay for your thing and fuck off bitch" was wad i tot. can't be bothered to tell u off also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i din tell her off there and then, i am still angry and appalled by such behaviour. i can imagine u pushing a poor old lady onto the floor when rushing for ur bus and make it look like u din see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun understand WHY everyone who asked me about this asked if she was chio. DOES it matter?? anyway, GIRL FROM NUS, i sincerely hope some close fren of urs will find this flaw of urs and seriously tell u off for it. either that, it's not a good way to catch a guy's attention anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112986276959202568?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112986276959202568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112986276959202568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112986276959202568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112986276959202568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-believe-u-were-standing-behind-in.html' title='i believe u were standing behind in the line'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112971789240025697</id><published>2005-10-19T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:31:32.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had a bad day</title><content type='html'>0715 awoken by that DARN bloody dog howling howling howling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730 awoken again by stupid phone call. CTW tutor. started my day kena kaobei and scolded by tutor for not handing in work. wad's going on man? andre and weijian must be asleep that's why end up calling me.... damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 zhixian comes my house to play game. ME? ended up have to pia the CTW and my mechanics tutorial question. BOTH have to hand in today. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 still editing the CTW. Mechanics stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1250 going to leave for school. BRRROOOMMMM. Heavy rain. WTF. end up have to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 handed in Assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530 handed in Mechanics tutorial. wanted to take other student's solutions from the envelope and take a look. just as that was about to happen tutor comes back. damn. hand in half completed work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 Work at YIH. mechanics still stuck. 2 2nd year engin students can't help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays supposed to be happi and relax days. crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112971789240025697?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112971789240025697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112971789240025697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112971789240025697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112971789240025697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/had-bad-day.html' title='had a bad day'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112960819306329393</id><published>2005-10-18T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:03:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matrix</title><content type='html'>living life sealed up in a cocoon not knowing that you are actually living a lie, a world pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. and that your actual purpose is a living battery for machines that you used to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. this is a bit old.... AND stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wished i had the technology of the machines. physics test tmr? hmmm... where's my PC1431 module dvd.... ah there. *puts into dvd drive, load* phrrrppphrrrpphrrrr.... humming of machine. *Ding* info loaded..... input new disk or quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... no need to study liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112960819306329393?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112960819306329393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112960819306329393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112960819306329393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112960819306329393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/matrix.html' title='matrix'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112887317708875342</id><published>2005-10-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:55:50.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gender of a computer</title><content type='html'>decided to share this. even tho i blogged already today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An English teacher was explaining the concept of gender association in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;He stated how hurricanes at one time were given feminine names, and how ships and planes were usually referred to as "she." One of the students raised their hand and asked, "What gender is a computer"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wasn't certain which it was, so he divided the class into two groups, males in one, females in the other, and asked them to decide if a computer should be masculine or feminine. Both groups were asked to give four reasons for their recommendation. The group of &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.askmen.com/jokes/2005_oct/oct07.html#" target="_blank"&gt;women&lt;/a&gt; concluded that computers should be referred to in the masculine gender because:&lt;br /&gt;1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.&lt;br /&gt;2. They have a lot of data, but are still clueless.&lt;br /&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the time they are the problem. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that, if you had waited a little longer, you could have had a better model.&lt;/span&gt; (oh come on!! hahaha. upgrade it from boyfren ver1.1 to hubby 5.08 la haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely be referred to in the feminine gender because:&lt;br /&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.&lt;/span&gt; (hahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in their long-term memory for later retrieval.&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112887317708875342?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112887317708875342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112887317708875342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112887317708875342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112887317708875342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/gender-of-computer.html' title='gender of a computer'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112886512315094580</id><published>2005-10-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:38:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say ooh la la</title><content type='html'>1st time at club momo on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same gang, waisiong, roy, drewz, lio, james.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have gone. no offence to anyone of you guys, it's not you guys. it was me. just can't find joy in letting my ear drums bounce to the god-knows-how-many decibel bass, lining up in queue like in the rifle range waiting to get a shot at the urinal, drinking something created by bacteria(i still dun mind drinking, just not in the club), squeezing other GUYS on the dance floor... or even squeezing with other girls, who give you that look that says "im not interested, so dun dance so close". Then i'll give them the "there's no other space on the dance floor, so sorry". but usually that's harder to show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl gives "im not interested, so get lost" look&lt;br /&gt;Me gives "Neither am I, Don't know, Don't care, Can't be bothered" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, shouldn't have clubbed. now im sick, headache and a cold. just too tired that day. played basketball in the evening then rushed home to meet waisiong who drank at my house.&lt;br /&gt;next time let's just drink at my place, watch some football, play some xbox and computer games.&lt;br /&gt;save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we gotta wait until waisiong gets better from his bike accident. take care. fortunately u are still ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112886512315094580?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112886512315094580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112886512315094580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112886512315094580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112886512315094580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/say-ooh-la-la.html' title='say ooh la la'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112849283965957655</id><published>2005-10-05T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:13:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new shoes. new lifestyle?</title><content type='html'>nothing eventful so nothing written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no inspiration so no issues explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... something is wrong with my life! gonna pick up basketball again. bought my AND1 basketball shoes last week but no chance to play cos friday was raining. this week. BBALL time. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that watch the Myth. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;great. things are picking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112849283965957655?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112849283965957655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112849283965957655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112849283965957655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112849283965957655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-shoes-new-lifestyle.html' title='new shoes. new lifestyle?'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112789017400461952</id><published>2005-09-28T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:49:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a maths test</title><content type='html'>monday was the end of my mid term exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths in LT27. everyone sitting beside each other. great for cheating right. 3 lecturers. over 200 students in the LT. how to get caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wrote a more agitated post on this but somehow it was not posted cos i lost connection halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found out some of my frens cheated too. and my original post contained something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fucking bitch.... dun make me go over there and slap your fucking face. or go over there and tell u in your face to stop copying answers loudly. cos im afraid of having a bad rep in my faculty, not say i have a good one at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiasu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112789017400461952?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112789017400461952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112789017400461952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112789017400461952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112789017400461952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-just-maths-test.html' title='it&apos;s just a maths test'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112756713035125944</id><published>2005-09-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:07:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your own personalised camera stand now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and save yourself the embarrassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only $49.95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112756713035125944?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112756713035125944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112756713035125944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112756713035125944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112756713035125944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-your-own-personalised-camera-stand.html' title='Get your own personalised camera stand now!'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112748915895438549</id><published>2005-09-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:25:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodness gracious</title><content type='html'>physics wasn't a breeze... everyone said the same thing... but somehow, it makes me more sick of ppl. at least in my faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben wong's cynical n sometimes truthful translator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before test:&lt;br /&gt;"i din study whole holidays lorz. everyday go out and when at home just rot" (really heard this in the lift)&lt;br /&gt;put thru translator........&lt;br /&gt;"i just want to let u know if i dun do well for the test u can't say i study so much but still din score for the test. actually i everyday go out is go library and when i mean rot at home im actually mugging my brains out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wa... i din study this chapter that chapter haiz... u got study notz?"&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;"damn... i no time to cover this topic. u better not have studied it if not i will not do as well as u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry, din study this topic, can't help u"&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;"sorry, i haven't even looked at the question but im gonna say i din study it cos i dun want to help. u might score better than me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after test:&lt;br /&gt;check check check with other people answer. for what? for the sake of checking if u are right. who truly is checking it to learn from ur mistakes or for the sake of really understanding it. there may be ppl out there who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not. i dun like to check answers after tests. u can say im scared to realised my own mistakes. i leave that to ur own devices. for me i just want to relax after a test. so i could get on with the next one or at least just chill out. after the stress is gone then i will get back to those questions i din know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason is checking answers after tests dun help to change the marks. u say wad? it makes u feel better if ur answer is correct? then wad if it is wrong? or different from others? wad then? so did it make u feel better like u tot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"die la die la how how? the test was very difficult HOR??"&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;"die la die la...... u better think it's hard too. fuck.... must find ppl to die with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my humble opinion. People are born evil. (wanxuan we can argue over this evil thing again)  they just can't accept the truth most of the time and they can't take being the loner or the only one to not do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry, as we grow old this evil develops a magnitude. lower or higher depends. but naturally people are evil. just a little or alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im evil. well. u might think so after reading this too. dun worry. i will spare my frens during my holocaust. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112748915895438549?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112748915895438549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112748915895438549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112748915895438549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112748915895438549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodness-gracious.html' title='goodness gracious'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112729478762594948</id><published>2005-09-21T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:26:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>overslept. after blogging this morn fell asleep n nearly missed project grp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, due to the overwhelming amount of complaints i have been getting from my more fortunate friends who can afford their own transport or smarter frens who could steal their own vehicles(=p kidding) about that bloody TP or the stupid person with a notebook n sunglasses at the carpark or some other god damned motorists who they swear was trying to kill them, this is for u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FROM ASKMEN.COM)&lt;br /&gt;instructions: paste on bumper or somewhere u think the other fucker can see ur middle finger n read these signs together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this... I can slam on my brakes and sue you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know how to drive. I call these people "Everybody But Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, just because you have one, doesn't mean you have to be one. (for the lady drivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you... but everyone else thinks you're an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang up and drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like my driving? Then quit watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your breath -- you'll need it to blow your date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impotence: Nature's way of saying "No hard feelings(for the ladies again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bikers try not to use these. words are nothing when that angry driver of that monstor prime mover run u over. ouch. make sure u can outrun him 1st. not to be used when stopping at the traffic lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112729478762594948?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112729478762594948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112729478762594948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112729478762594948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112729478762594948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112725355964948115</id><published>2005-09-21T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:06:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at the bloody time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging now so tot take a break n blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in roy's room, waisiong just left for home cos he has sentosa outing w his poly frens. roy's sleeping as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/102-0269_IMG1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drunk Fools at ACPC(seriously, i din know where my sword was at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;been hanging out with waisiong quite alot recently. cos our term break n his hols. but too bad i have my term test soon so can't enjoy that much w him. was over at wanxuan's house this evening for dinner with her n waisiong. thanks again for the meal. haha. long time neva sit down at table at home or someone's house to eat. usually my meals at taken in front of the telly or com. hmmm.. bad habit? nah.... ben's culture since dun know when. heh. went on to study while waisiong hacked away at her laptop. then watched last samurai on tv (wad the hell right??) and then waisiong drove us over on his little lamb(scooter) to eusoff for supper with roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz, that explains why im here. roy just lifted his stupid legs off my notes and books while sleeping so i grabbed them quickly before he puts his legs there again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as one gets older, ur friends tend to keep to the same few. anyone trying to break into the circle has a hard time. unless he/she is of the same kind as us. wad's the same kind. dun know. but u gotta be a bit crazy to want to hang out with us. haha. the 3 amigos: one's the sporty and charasmatic one, one's the fit and charming one with words dipped in lemon honey but sometimes there's only lemon... n there's the one that thinks he's quite deep and yet to discover himself, hanging out with these morons cos they are the handsome n charming ppl hoping to rub off some kind of charisma. oh ya, he wants to be a vampire too... crazy fuck fellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, being a vampire means no daylight activities, having to drink LOTS of blood in the early stages of being a blood sucker(meaning like 100 n 100 of years phase) and also losing ur social life with ur loved ones.... damn... life's tough choices and opportunity costs. better think it over again crazy fuck fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vampires. such passionate yet violent creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~reading Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice at the moment~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112725355964948115?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112725355964948115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112725355964948115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112725355964948115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112725355964948115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/look-at-bloody-time.html' title='look at the bloody time....'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112697859452090531</id><published>2005-09-18T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:36:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library visit</title><content type='html'>yesterday was an unnecessary outburst of emotions. damn... sorry for the bit ridiculous things i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, made a visit to the library today. tho there were no seats available i just took to sitting on the floor beside a power point so i could use my lap top. Okie. now then i know u need to be a member of the e library hub thingie or go to the counter to pay for wireless networking in the library. Macdonalds i still support u. (cos u give free wireless.. hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the movie i said i watched was a sound of thunder. junwen was saying let's go watch this dinosaur show. got king kong come out and fight with dinosaur. i was thinking, isn't it a game i saw on tv where king kong goes busting up everything n climbing impossible terrain to save Jane or wadever her name is??haha. cos i remember one game scene was king kong snapping a t-rex's jaw 180 degrees open n killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the show in 3 mins of the the opening. the silvery path. it was a sec 1 literature passage i had to read. it was interesting. din expect a movie to come out. it's about going back to the past to hunt an animal(T-rex) mins before its death n eventual burial by an erupting volcano nearby. this is to ensure nothing is changed in evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time travel.... scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a program gone wrong if u temper with it. the further u go back in time the more damage u cause. especially if it was a time when humans were not evolved yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i dun pay that book from kino. then $5 is less in the enconomy. $5 is not paid to a poor worker cutting trees for paper. less trees are cut. the environment becomes better. the tree is saved when the paper company closes down. species on the tree not lost. one less company means more expensive paper. book prices go up... BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterfly effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112697859452090531?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112697859452090531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112697859452090531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112697859452090531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112697859452090531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/library-visit.html' title='library visit'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112689480128769512</id><published>2005-09-17T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:20:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are people worse off out there</title><content type='html'>pass them the rest of the box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to you all. u are better survivors than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;role models~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112689480128769512?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112689480128769512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112689480128769512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112689480128769512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112689480128769512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-are-people-worse-off-out-there.html' title='there are people worse off out there'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112689411102614980</id><published>2005-09-17T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:08:32.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Test Go on forever... sometimes i almost totally believe Buddha is right</title><content type='html'>Holidays coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a nice movie today with miaoyue junwen n karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was ok besides engineering course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. Buddha said life is a constant suffering. I almost totally believe him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop problems all week. More i solve it more problems come up. Homework dun know how to do. Super stressed. Depression mood. Just can't be bothered with anything these days. NUS SCREWING MY FINANCIAL LOAN N FINANCIAL PLANNING. lights go flickering after sending my email to the financial department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad else u want to do to me? Wet my bed just cos it's near the window? no way bitch.... im closing the windows. No money? im gonna get a job and still try to apply the loan again. Im not giving up just cos u ppl cock it up n send me an advanced loan when i dun even have the basic loan, only to tell me 2 weeks later i can't get it cos i din apply for the basic loan..... duhz... good that u guys bothered to tell me about the progress of the loan. if not i would be waiting like an idoit wondering if the bank had some problems with my loan. thanks thanks. AFTER I SENT U PPL AN EMAIL ASKING WAD THE FUCK IS GOING ON. thanks heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my room lights want to flicker and give me problems.... Oi... dun need to apply pathetic fallacy now right? wad? set the mood for me? heavy rain n flickering lights? i have my table light with me. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta push social life back a notch. no money = no time cos have to work = less interaction with girls/frens cos less time/no money to go out = not so well dressed ben from lack of money n lack of need to dress well = still pimple faced ben cos no money to go skin centre = depressed ben = vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this self pitying shit can be quite fun... but it's not gonna get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im not that lost like i was a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates. Pass me the one with vodka in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112689411102614980?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112689411102614980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112689411102614980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112689411102614980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112689411102614980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/lifes-test-go-on-forever-sometimes-i.html' title='Life&apos;s Test Go on forever... sometimes i almost totally believe Buddha is right'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112659529135560201</id><published>2005-09-13T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:08:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week absence</title><content type='html'>yea. been lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! that's not wad happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sharing with everyone the date rape drug BEER i fallen victim to it. Boo hoo hoo. Totally made a sex slave of Lin Zhi Ling, the taiwanese model n living goddess in a sinful body. Wonder why of all ppl, she chose me for her sex crime. damn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. that was a dream(WET). haha. anyway, hope she's recovered after falling from a horse. ouch. u guys think u will still like her if she was disfigured in some way? small left breast big right breast, one shoulder higher than the other? SCAR ON HER FACE? haha. stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during my kidnapping, another cutting up of body incident. wat the fuck is wrong with people these days. ever watched the beheading of hostages by the goddamned terrorists. Come ON! those people had some issues.... Could some personal hatred be that extreme to make you cut up someone's body? yucks... i wouldn't. i mean if i had to dispose of the body throw it with some weights and smear some blood on it into the sea lorz. im sure the fishes n sharks will help make it disappear. hmmm, how else to dispose of the body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok, im not sick but remember a curry incident long long time ago. Someone also got cut up n was cooked with curry. CURRY. Wow. that's obviously much smarter than putting it in ORCHARD ROAD n the middle of the tracks in MacRitchie. When I first read the reports i was thinking this is SOME killer to taunt the police. WTF... one day later kena caught already. anti-climax. tot hannibal came to life already. that is if the police got the right person la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im off to have royston with a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i mean have a drink with royston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112659529135560201?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112659529135560201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112659529135560201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112659529135560201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112659529135560201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-week-absence.html' title='one week absence'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112623654077439557</id><published>2005-09-09T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:29:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEER!!! DATE RAPE DRUG!!!!</title><content type='html'>Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs, to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many females use a date rape drug on the market called "Beer" to target unsuspecting men. The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available almost anywhere. It comes in bottles, in cans, from taps, and in large "kegs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them. Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no-strings-attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several beers, men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific-looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted. After drinking Beer, men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life savings, in a familiar scam known as "A &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.askmen.com/jokes/2005_sep/sep05.html#" target="_blank"&gt;Relationship&lt;/a&gt;." It has been reported that in extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer-term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "&lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.askmen.com/jokes/2005_sep/sep05.html#" target="_blank"&gt;Marriage&lt;/a&gt;." Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after Beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward this warning to every male you know. If you fall victim to this insidious Beer and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups with venues in every town where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open and frank manner with similarly affected, like-minded guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the support group nearest you, just look up "Golf Courses" in the yellow pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112623654077439557?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112623654077439557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112623654077439557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112623654077439557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112623654077439557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/beer-date-rape-drug.html' title='BEER!!! DATE RAPE DRUG!!!!'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112608078788698968</id><published>2005-09-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:13:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lap top</title><content type='html'>fren R to fren B: " tmr. tmr NUS co-op is gonna call me and say, ' R, ur fujitsu is ready for collection. Please come by tmr to collect it.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fren R n fren B are both sleeping when a phone rings. fren R rushes over to get it but realises it's B's handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oi! wake up la. ur phone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b: "huh?? orh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b takes the phone while rubbing his eyes, "hello... yes.... yes.... oh, my lap top is ready? ok ok... tmr 10 am come collect. sure sure. at MPSH level 4. ok. no problem. thanks. byez."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b to r: "hey, my laptop is here."&lt;br /&gt;r to b: "wad!! wat the fuck!? 3 weeks already! 3 weeks already! when are they gonna call???? B - I - A - T - C - H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irony of things.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;and to think i registered my loan application 2 weeks later than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i must say NUS Co-Op is a well rehearsed lot. They memorised their scripts damn well to handle customers. like frens r n b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to r:&lt;br /&gt;1)we'll call u within this week cos the model will be coming this week.&lt;br /&gt;2)the reason why we haven't called u is either the bank hasn't gotten back to us or we dun have stock of ur model(duhz.... anyone knows that, we dun need ur reasons... go solve the freaking problem. customer service my ass...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to b:&lt;br /&gt;1)you can't collect it today cos we dun have stock yet. ur model will be coming in tonite...(ya rite...... who u lying to, 3 yr old kid ah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, that's a damn good excuse to not let anyone collect their laptops on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.... nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im gonna get naked a take a shower" (Pablo Francisco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112608078788698968?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112608078788698968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112608078788698968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112608078788698968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112608078788698968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/lap-top.html' title='lap top'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112588369799438087</id><published>2005-09-05T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T09:28:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straits Times Interactive</title><content type='html'>about to go to sch now but decided to check out the forums at STI when they said i have to register before logging in. hmmm. fine. "new subscribers get a chance to win Thinkpad X41 tablet laptop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. cool. let's register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name....&lt;br /&gt;bday.....&lt;br /&gt;annual income...&lt;br /&gt;add...&lt;br /&gt;blah...&lt;br /&gt;blah...&lt;br /&gt;blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBSCRIPTION. .....$6 A MONTH&lt;br /&gt;.....................................$5 A MONTH............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad... now u have to pay for STI...&lt;br /&gt;well, it's true if u make a the site a paid one u can get better one with happier n staff n all... but easy users like myself can't access it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112588369799438087?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112588369799438087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112588369799438087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112588369799438087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112588369799438087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/straits-times-interactive.html' title='Straits Times Interactive'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112585598631229782</id><published>2005-09-05T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:46:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Jokes off Askmen.com</title><content type='html'>One day a woodcutter was cutting a branch when his axe slipped and fell into the river below. He fell on his knees and prayed and the Lord appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?", the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied that his axe had fallen into water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?", he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No", The woodcutter replied.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down again and came up with a silver axe. "Is this your axe?"&lt;br /&gt;"No", he replied again. The Lord went down a third time and came up with an iron axe.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your axe?", the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!", he said.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was so pleased with the man's honesty that he gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days later while he was walking with his &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.askmen.com/jokes/2005_aug/aug17.html#" target="_blank"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; along the riverbank, she slipped and fell into the river. He dropped onto his knees and the Lord duly appeared again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?", the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and came up with Jennifer Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your wife?" the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" cried the woodcutter.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was furious. "You cheat! That is a lie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "Pardon me, Almighty! But there's a reason for my lie."&lt;br /&gt;You see, if I had said "No" to Jennifer Lopez, you would come up with Catherine Zeta-Jones and then my wife. I would say "Yes" when my wife came up and you would leave all three with me. But Lord, I'm a poor man, and I wouldn't be able to take care of all three &lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.askmen.com/jokes/2005_aug/aug17.html#" target="_blank"&gt;wives&lt;/a&gt;! That's why I said "Yes" the first time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112585598631229782?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112585598631229782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112585598631229782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112585598631229782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112585598631229782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-jokes-off-askmencom.html' title='More Jokes off Askmen.com'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112585589236085424</id><published>2005-09-05T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:44:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes off Askmen.com</title><content type='html'>A guy goes to a pharmacist and says, "Listen, these two girls are coming to my place for the weekend and they are hot, very hot. Would you have something to get me going all night? It's going to be one hell of a party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist goes in the back room, comes back with an old dusty bottle and says, "This stuff is very potent. Drink only one ounce of it and I guarantee that you will be doing the wild thing all night. Let me know about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend goes by and on Monday morning, the pharmacist notices the same guy waiting by the door of the drugstore. The pharmacist says, "What are you doing here so early? How was your weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies, "Quick, open the store! I need Blue Ice (a pain muscle reliever).&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist, knowing what the guy had been doing all weekend, says, "Are you crazy? You can't put that on your penis. The skin is way too sensitive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "It's not for my penis, it's for my arm."&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist says, "What? What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy replies, "Well… I drank the whole bottle of your potion. "&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist says, "And…"&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies, "The girls never showed up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112585589236085424?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112585589236085424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112585589236085424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112585589236085424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112585589236085424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/09/jokes-off-askmencom.html' title='Jokes off Askmen.com'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112548561747141920</id><published>2005-08-31T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:53:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina</title><content type='html'>condolences to the ones that lost their loved ones in the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reports have been saying this is 4th most powerful storm ever to threaten US.&lt;br /&gt;Only Gilbert in 1988, the Labor Day hurricane of 1935 and Allen in 1980 were more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Kevin E. Trenberth, head of the Climate Analysis Section at the National Center for Atmospheric Research says, " The sea temperatures are running 2 degrees Fahrenheit above normal. That's the fuel for the storms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u all tot global warming was bad because it will make suntanning warmer to bear, more airconditioners need to be installed and iced drinks will have to be sold in more places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be ready to expect more storms as global warming rises sea temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna drop those ice cubes at east coast or sentosa? every little bit counts. oops. =p audi. (dun take this sentence seriously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112548561747141920?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112548561747141920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112548561747141920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112548561747141920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112548561747141920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/katrina.html' title='Katrina'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112541939631980927</id><published>2005-08-31T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:29:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still blogging aint i? part II</title><content type='html'>humans are like animals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love to imitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! XXX is wearing prada n gucci! let's follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, let's all cut that hair-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok besides saying we have ape-like imitating behaviour, this imitating function of us shows our upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1963, these 2 fellows, Bandura and Walters conducted an experiment where a model performed aggressive acts to a doll. The children that were shown the video were very likely to perform the same aggressive acts to the doll.&lt;br /&gt;Dividing them into 3 grps where variations of the video was shown:&lt;br /&gt;a. the model was rewarded for aggressive behaviour with sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. the model was punished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. the same old video. no rewards or punishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp a: high level of aggression&lt;br /&gt;grp b: low level of aggression&lt;br /&gt;grp c: in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the children were shown the model being rewarded for aggressive acts, soon all turned aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if ur child is shown a show filled with violence n the baddie goes to jail or gets punished, it still may not deter the child from imitating. for difference circumstances, the act will be imitated, when "sweets" are eventually offered to him/her later for the same violent act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now who said tv is not bad for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick to morning cartoons. cartoon network no. there's he-man, x-men, n many other sorta violent cartoons. trust me, i watch cartoon network (oops). wait until they are a bit older before exposing them to it. i myself believe some violence helps bring up a kid but know what's right for him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112541939631980927?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112541939631980927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112541939631980927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112541939631980927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112541939631980927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-still-blogging-aint-i-part-ii.html' title='im still blogging aint i? part II'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112541809665379799</id><published>2005-08-30T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:08:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still blogging aint i?</title><content type='html'>think i try to cover quite a few things in one post. or i may put several posts. see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this off a CLEO magazine.(OK! i read a woman's magazine. SO WAT? u still want the info notz? it useful/informative for guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; first-date signs that he's not the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He not only shamelessly ogles other women, but uses the phrase "check out that rack"&lt;/span&gt; (me n roy find this phrase super hilarious la. dun know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He asks if you can go Dutch before you're even handed a menu.&lt;/span&gt; (actually how should a guy even suggest this? or assume he's paying until the girl makes a tinee weene effort to reach for her purse then flatly refuse her n act the gentleman n pay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He is more than 15 minutes late.&lt;/span&gt; (oh no!!!! Uncle uncle! can drive faster a bit. i 13 minutes late already. 14 minutes late still ok rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He spends more time talking to your chest than your face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(it shows he's still a man. =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His aftershave remains at the table even when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(advice: dun shave next time, then won't put aftershave. [audi])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;From cocktails to entrée to main to dessert he's a &lt;span &gt;slurper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He is rude to the waiter - a lack of good manners is a big no-no.&lt;/span&gt; (i hate ppl who are rude to waiters, cos i used to be one. haha. come on. these are the ppl handling ur food n drinks. u know wad i mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;His cell phone is placed on the table.&lt;/span&gt; (i think this pt not valid. putting hp on table is not cos expecting a call during ur date. maybe it's more comfortable for him to clear his pocket when he sits down. SERIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He invites himself over to your place "for coffee" afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He responds to your order with "you don't want that, you want this".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112541809665379799?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112541809665379799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112541809665379799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112541809665379799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112541809665379799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-still-blogging-aint-i.html' title='im still blogging aint i?'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112507245025971875</id><published>2005-08-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:07:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty = confidence</title><content type='html'>"beauty is in the eye of the beholder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"confidence from within radiates beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"beauty doesn't last forever so i rather have brains than beauty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical politically correct answers in paegents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself believe in beauty = confidence. that's the sad truth in life.... alot might argue confidence brings about more beauty as u are more confident with oneself. that i agree to as well but beauty =  confidence outweighs the latter. sorry. it's just social dogma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been many a times when i have been turned off by beautiful people being too conceited with themselves but u can't deny that they are confident about their good looks and flaunting it shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;but think about the times when there are CONFIDENT people who are not so well endowed or gifted by whoever works the human production factory up there, who turn out to be even more digusting than beautiful conceited people. They dun have the looks but they flaunt watever they have as if they do. they talk as if everyone is looking at them or trying to get fresh with them... so confidence = beauty for these people? bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos i cannot just talk about looks. there are also people who really radiate confidence and beauty and one just simply gets attracted to them. when u look into their eyes u know they are talking to you n they are so sure of themselves. these people are far more attractive than simply drop-dead gorgeous woman with big boobs and legs that run forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really sad that such people are so hard to come by... i dun even think im near this category... it's always good to feel good n sure of yourself. not caring wad others think of u. but we live in a society, not alone in some ulu island. even the people on LOST have a community. so we are always affected by wad others think. how others look at us. did we comb our hair today? my dress nice today? do i smell? do my breasts look big n firm in this dress? do i look cool n suave in this shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself wished my pimples would go away. but now i guess im kinda used to looking at this with pimples. accept the sad fact.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we all go beyond beauty = confidence to beauty = bonus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112507245025971875?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112507245025971875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112507245025971875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112507245025971875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112507245025971875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/beauty-confidence.html' title='beauty = confidence'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112476821166128774</id><published>2005-08-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T11:36:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday is getting busier</title><content type='html'>doing tutorial for Critical thinking n Writing Module now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the lesson starts at 2. look at the time now la! god damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is just getting busier. need to revise my maths and physics, need to do the tutorials cos army absorbed all my knowledge of A levels(yea, any thing unhappy just blame the army rite?), need to go for job briefing, need to do loan applications and also decide whether or not to take another loan to buy a lap top....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't mentioned meeting up with frens or dating girls... ok. fine. TRYING to date girls. damn. i dun think i can even say trying... no girls want to go out with me! boohooo... but it's ok. i already sian of all the things mentions above that i have to do and still meet up with frens like waisiong yesterday. bet he's still sleeping in royston's room now... ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for girls. sorry. (sour grapes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i wanted to talk abt confidence = beauty or the other way round but i have to push that back. do my tutorial 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claims&lt;br /&gt;Premises&lt;br /&gt;Issue&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Reason&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions&lt;br /&gt;Thesis&lt;br /&gt;=EG1413 sucks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112476821166128774?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112476821166128774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112476821166128774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112476821166128774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112476821166128774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/everyday-is-getting-busier.html' title='everyday is getting busier'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112447763797423887</id><published>2005-08-20T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:53:58.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxi is so hard to get on friday</title><content type='html'>no wonder ppl always call me up last min. take me for granted rite!? cos im just a last min person. ask me out last min. "OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun believe that's last min. call it spontaneous and reliable fren who will go out with u when needed. haha. or im just too zuo bo lan at home. =p up to u to decide ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. so anyway, i was at orchard with Miao n Boon n Junwen n Karen n sorts n then ROYSTON calls.... of all times. ask me to go down to Ginza to play. damn... since there was not gonna be any KTV session n dinner was over n i din want to go home late from orchard, i decided to go back to Ginza Plaza. decided to take a cab onli to experience de javu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited before at orchard road to hordes of traffic n all the taxis flashing the bright red sign on top of their vehicles.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! i should have known. and yet as i looked around at the taxi stands, the queues are flooded n seems to grow exponentially. i refused to join their ranks n kept hoping for the best that an empty taxi will scoot by n pick me up. haiz.... haven't i had enough of that wishing hoping n ended up waiting for 30 mins n then sulkily dialling 65552222/1111 ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait... wat's this? a cab with the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;green sig&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FOR HIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;? oh he's near my side of the road. no it doesn't say for hire, it says CLEMENTI! WOOT! haha. i got a cab home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another couple waiting near me n they gave me that look when the cab drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh come on.... u guys dun stay clementi. so why get so angry w me? if the end i'll still be the one in the cab?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112447763797423887?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112447763797423887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112447763797423887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112447763797423887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112447763797423887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/taxi-is-so-hard-to-get-on-friday.html' title='taxi is so hard to get on friday'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112429722139200220</id><published>2005-08-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:47:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random blah</title><content type='html'>i hate ppl who keep talking talking talking thruout lectures... but those who talk, keep walking in n out when they are in the middle of the goddamn row. n ROCK the whole fucking row with their leg shaking, drumming of the tables....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u fuckers are fortunate that ppl in singapore are quite cultured. except u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     x            X             x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st is approaching soon. almost time to quit. almost there. my frens should know wat im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     x            X             x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys!!! important announcement to yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u got a girl that really likes u after onli just getting to know each other, u are fucking lucky. cos u will be a rare case. true, it may be love at 1st sight, but &lt;br /&gt;that's not always the case lorz. cos in their mind they are thinking, "he's damn shuai, but he onli just knew me, how he know im the one for him?? unless he's after my boobs n nice bod maybe" yall get my drift? (ignore my last part on the boobs n bod =p)&lt;br /&gt;alot of guys make the mistake of falling in love too quickly. i dun deny, i used to be like that too. but altho guys are deemed to be the more rational creature in a relationship, evolution probably reverse that statement in a mere matter of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that, or maturity is the key word here. crushes are crushes, but alot of guys mistake it for love. &lt;br /&gt;rational question: we onli just knew each other. how do u know u love me deep deep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional n "romantic" answer: i knew i loved u before i met u. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it may work with the girl but in the end u onli regret it cos u realised she was not wad u tot she was. sometimes it totally works out then i must congratulate u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys. dun profess ur love so quickly. make more frens 1st. this is professional advice i got. FROM A GIRL. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        x             X             x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls! give guys more chances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        x             X             x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: Is beauty = confidence or confidence = beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clue: political correctness indicate the 2nd statement to be true. we'll do some proofing next lecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112429722139200220?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112429722139200220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112429722139200220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112429722139200220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112429722139200220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-blah.html' title='random blah'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112377210027362143</id><published>2005-08-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:55:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>people just like to contradict themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are a confused lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once 2 frens. They stayed together and supported each other in times of need. But that was not the main focus of this stupid story im coming up with. One of them was always confused about his feelings. He used to fall in love easily. That's because he tot he liked the girl he saw, without even finding out more about her or even talking or going out with her more. Probably he was thinking with his other head or let's forgive him since he has learnt the folly of his ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other fren was attached. He was much more handsome than his fren so he was usually not as confused as him. Until recently. U see. A man can be confused when there's too much of something to process. For fren A, it was alot of girls to go after cos he was desperate. For fren B, it was alot of girls going after him that he doesn't know wat to do or how to control himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS was their common problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see, when B advices A on his love sick problems, B sounds logical n responsible. yet, when A looks at B and advices him, A sounds logical n responsible too. &lt;br /&gt;However, A can't say the same things to himself, n neither can B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good advice is also hard to listen to. it hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A finds B's advice hard to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;B tells A to shut up when A tries to lecture him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't ppl see that they always put themselves into the shoes of those that they try to help and solve their own problems in that way? &lt;br /&gt;i guess not. we always like to lie to ourselves. we are confused. we tot we want hot wild girls but when they appear in front of us we find it hard to accept. we give advice that we should be giving to ourselves. we smoke yet we ask others not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so not in control of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pardon the use of girls to bring out the examples.... im not a sexist. trust me =p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112377210027362143?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112377210027362143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112377210027362143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112377210027362143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112377210027362143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112339141391042226</id><published>2005-08-07T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:10:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school starting</title><content type='html'>tmr is gonna be the 1st day of sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say im exactly excited. but nonetheless, after nearly 3 yrs away from books n spending those 3 years in a more testerone-filled environment, i would be inclined to feel a little wary of studying. in army is more action altho some is more talk than action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i was proven why im sick of clubbing yesterday. after celebrating nicolas's bday at downtown east i went over to nus eusoff hall bash at east coast park. it was at the old Big Splash. DAMN. drank quite a few before going there but, wasn't high. music was good too but just not like last time. think im really getting sick of it. or perhaps cos there was no girls with us. hahah. nonetheless, it was not the same. not even aiming at any girls. not say eusoff no hot girls. but it's a just a different feeling already. guess im over the clubbing phase. which is a good thing. save money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of getting a few good frens go one rm one nite play some music n just chill out. think that's a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wat do u ppl think of going after a girl or guy with a girlfriend or boyfriend already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess if it's a fren of urs doing that u would say just pursue ur own dreams n happiness rite?&lt;br /&gt;but if someone was going after your girlfriend or boyfriend shamelessly?&lt;br /&gt;or if ur friend who is already attached is getting chased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's all perspective right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112339141391042226?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112339141391042226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112339141391042226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112339141391042226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112339141391042226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-starting.html' title='school starting'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112312857218719513</id><published>2005-08-04T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:09:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid time table</title><content type='html'>my engin time table sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't fit the modules i want into the allocated time table given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112312857218719513?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112312857218719513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112312857218719513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112312857218719513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112312857218719513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-time-table.html' title='stupid time table'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112273598746358157</id><published>2005-07-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:06:27.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>1st few things to address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Aug : Nic's Bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Aug : Xinli's Bday. she loves Singapore too much. chose to come out when the fireworks were going boom boom boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Aug : Karen's Bday. I'll buy u a mike girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. my title has nothing to do with this blog entry. it's just that i LOVE the song by James Blunt. wished i could play the guitar. then can play n sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the book Envy by Sandra Brown. wow. i love her writing. besides the nice story plot that engages u, her expression of passion n the love between the male n female protaganists are so.... hmmm. vivid? intense? i can't put my finger on it but it is just, finger licking good! haha. plus u can learn a few more pointers on how to treat girls. heh. *bish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides finishing my book while bunking in at eusoff hall, i also cycled around school. RIGGHT. . . i said i wouldn't cycle in sch. well, i was right about why i didn't want to. THE SLOPES ARE KILLERS! i tried cycling from eusoff to PGP, my tee came back soaked. but it was great exercise. hmm. gonna do it more often. then can see big strong legs on Ben. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, CATHERINE. yes u. i hope u are happy for pang sehing me the 'n'th time. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;your're beatiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James Blunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112273598746358157?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112273598746358157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112273598746358157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112273598746358157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112273598746358157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112246739616974842</id><published>2005-07-27T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:29:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>royston, my BRUDder.</title><content type='html'>been spending time with royston, my OCS platoon mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gays alritez? i like women n women's anantomy too much to give them up. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. cos royston has got a room of his own at eusoff hall. yupz. so it's quite convenient when i go sch n have nothing to do to just drop by n talk cock with him. practise magic tricks n learn new tricks from each other.&lt;br /&gt;much better when i was learning by myself from books. no one to practise a presentation to. like no audience who would give positive comments when i make a mistake in the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a new fren today when accompanying royston to matri fair today. Ah LONG. haha. quite a handsome dude. royston's fren. yupz. studying Building n Real Estate(BRE) too like Roy. nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. there was a MILO truck outside the fair too. haha. good old days when they had sports day or cross country. the milo truck that will park near the event n serve cold thick milo. yum. hope tmr matriculation got. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's engin lesson to revise maths for us was FUCKED UP. the LT was damn small n definitely not enuff for us. then everyone was left outside wondering wat's going or maybe even hoping there would be a contigency where the students will get another LT to accomodate everyone. bullshit. someguy came out n said the lesson was for poly students n so there was not enough space.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. that's a lousy excuse if that was one.&lt;br /&gt;2. just saying there was a mistake in the letter to us is not good enough. &lt;br /&gt;3. imagine ppl living in pasir ris or woodlands coming down to nus for maths revision onli to have the school turning them away with some lame excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna cycle to school next time. just cycled to Roy's hall just now. dun think i will cycle IN school. the slopes will kill me. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112246739616974842?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112246739616974842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112246739616974842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112246739616974842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112246739616974842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/royston-my-brudder.html' title='royston, my BRUDder.'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112205028890512800</id><published>2005-07-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:38:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>violence</title><content type='html'>just read an article in the Straits Times a few days ago about violence among youngsters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no longer in the old days where kids join up the Wu Da Men Pai(5 big clans in martial arts novels) in their neighbourhood sector. They prefer to form their own clans n then use the names of the 5 big sects. then they harass their classmates, steal things n all kinds of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's happy slapping where youngsters just go ard finding hapless victims who just happen to be there to beat up. n record everything on their handphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these violence just came out of nowhere. maybe boredom n need for recognition by a group causes are the reasons but it's simply ridiculous. imagine sitting at the playground with your gf n suddenly a grp of boys just come over n say u're trying to be cocky show off ur gf in public? get beat up. or a grp of youngsters just come running up to u laughing n next thing u know u are being slapped ard while being recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fren told me she thinks fighting is so hateful n she thinks fighting doesn't help solve anything. &lt;br /&gt;remember World War I &amp; II? rem IRAQ? rem Falkland? rem Afghanistan? rem America's Civil War? n the war on terrorism now.&lt;br /&gt;fighting doesn't solve anything. that i can't agree totally. i can't put on finger on it why i dun agree totally. u see, conflicts are everyday part of life. siblings fighting over computers, watching which movies among frens, going to which restaurant to eat with gf, mum telling u to go to bed but u need to talk to that handsome dude that is writing this blog. All these to national level fighting over land, resources, human rights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violence becomes an avenue of approach to overcome conflicts. seriously, is china n taiwan gonna talk nicely n then both get wat they want? NO. cos their interests dun match. China wants taiwan, taiwan doesn't want. Put it Crudely. Ken wants to have sex with Barbie, dun Barbie doesn't. result? Ken desperately wants it n in the end, rapes Barbie. why? cos he is stronger n by over powering her, he gets wat he wants. that is of cos without regard of Barbie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is, the world is not perfect n we have to accept that. n our level of acceptance gotta be great too. no matter how many nice ppl u meet out there, there will still be the not so nice ppl. ppl who are selfish. ppl who use power to get wat they want, be it money or physical strength or the power to manipulate men(oops... i mean power to manipulate ppl. heh. not onli women can seduce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting won't help solve anything? at least it can help u survive that happy slapping n the boys going to beat u up just cos u are too handsome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in hokkien sometimes it's called bo bian (no choice)&lt;br /&gt;of cos there is the option of running. &lt;br /&gt;then i ask: u think they will not chase u? u think if they gave up on u they won't find another one? then when everyone runs from them they gain even more power. FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the basis of terrorism wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo bian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112205028890512800?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112205028890512800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112205028890512800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112205028890512800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112205028890512800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/violence.html' title='violence'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112178610305895322</id><published>2005-07-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:15:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so fantastic 4. FANTASTIC Jess tho</title><content type='html'>JESSICA ALBA IS HOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. the human torch from fantastic 4 is not even lukewarm water to her. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Fantastic 4 yesterday with Ah Boon, Miao, Huiying at JEC. really just an ok show i tot. but jessica alba is really very beautiful. maybe is the make up i dun know. i just love her eyes. Oooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like in the old days. watch movie at JEC, eat at the stone tables. then play cards. talk cock. haiz. missed the RV hanging out days at JEC(Jurong Entertainment Centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... need to wake up early tmr again.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all ppl taking QET tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112178610305895322?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112178610305895322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112178610305895322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112178610305895322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112178610305895322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-so-fantastic-4-fantastic-jess-tho.html' title='not so fantastic 4. FANTASTIC Jess tho'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112166496272705750</id><published>2005-07-18T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:36:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up early, rain, boring day</title><content type='html'>0530&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alarm rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gets up reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... it's been so long since i woke up before the sunrise. well. had to coz i was going down to Biopolis near MOE to help my mother clean her offices. ok. im not going down to my mum's office. my mom is just the cleaner there. yea. i was born with a plastic spoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yupz. onli started going down coz my brother wasn't going to help her anymore. too tired from his other work so he passed it on to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know u can see wat kind of person one is like by looking at his office/room. yupz. was vacuuming the floor of the big bosses n looking at their deco, their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO: very very beautiful photographs of scenery. really really well taken n beautiful. there was a walking stick in the corner of the room so i assume he is either old or has walking difficulties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Financial Officer: whole shelf was filled with books on money MONEY money. financial magazines, investment books. just like the office of a CFO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Scientific Officer: shelf was all about cells, nature, basically u know he subscribes to national geographic. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder wat a person will think of me when he/she walks into MY room. haha. 1st thing that pops to mind is slack, lazy, untidy, dirty... haha. haiz. some ppl say im an open book that can be read easily but i always think i got a few hidden chapters in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free movies at cathay today!!! check out LIFE section movies pages.&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112166496272705750?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112166496272705750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112166496272705750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112166496272705750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112166496272705750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/wake-up-early-rain-boring-day.html' title='wake up early, rain, boring day'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112153884257028829</id><published>2005-07-17T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:34:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky chinatown</title><content type='html'>just back from k-ge ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with my OG to K-ster at lucky chinatown. yes. it's a plaza in chinatown. dun ask me why it's called that. anyway, the place was good. sound system, the menu for songs. very thing was cool. just that i tot the price was a bit too steep for so many of us. 14 dollars each n we onli had 2 rooms to share among 20 ppl? i think we had ard that amount of ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din know the gers liked to sing that much. haha. karen was in the other room hogging the mike. heh. but she sings well. the guys were mad about S.H.I.N. haha. blasting the songs n their voices. (ouch for the throat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think we all haven't recovered our voices from Union Camp. haha. couldn't hit alot of notes today. but i think found a new KTV kaki already. Ah Boon. haha! he likes the Andy Lau type while i like the new age soothing songs that u can use to bluff girls one. =p haha. but seriously, think can find him to go KTV next time. haha. &lt;br /&gt;if only he live nearer to me that would be perfect. can go home together share cab also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, huiying, u never wait for me to go home together. tsk tsk tsk.... pang seh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112153884257028829?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112153884257028829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112153884257028829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112153884257028829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112153884257028829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/lucky-chinatown.html' title='lucky chinatown'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112142407128881058</id><published>2005-07-15T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:41:11.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Tip: Don't Work Too Hard</title><content type='html'>(this is betrayal to all MEN but i guess it's good advice for both sex) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Terry Hernon MacDonald &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Jerry Hall, the model who married Mick Jagger? Jerry was famous for making this statement: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother said it was simple to keep a man. You must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but if keeping a man meant all that work, I'd have stayed single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that pearl of wisdom, Ms. Hall offered this one: "Even if you have only two seconds, drop everything and give him (oral sex). That way he won't really want sex with anyone else." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jerry. Too bad her mother didn't tell her that if a man tends to want sex with "anyone else," he's not great husband material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, despite all her hard work, Mick Jagger continued to have sex with other people and fathered a child with another model during his marriage to Hall. They are now divorced. So much for keeping a man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point? No guy is worth running yourself ragged for. Instead of appreciating your efforts, he will likely take you for granted and come to resent you. Think about it: Do you fall for guys who are at your beck and call all the time? They're great for helping you move, but you probably wouldn't marry one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Let's say you decide to move in with a guy. Before you run out to Bed Bath &amp; Beyond, it's absolutely imperative that you talk to your boyfriend about sharing household chores. It's not romantic, but you'll save yourself much misery in the end. And whatever you do, don't get off on the wrong foot by cooking dinner every night and doing his laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist any and all impulses to "wife and mother" the guy. Otherwise, he'll take you for granted, or even worse, marry you and expect you to be his servant for the rest of your life. And that's definitely not romantic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow a man to cook for you for a change. Let him do your laundry every now and then. There's no reason to expect him to be your maid in the living room, cook in the kitchen, or whore in the bedroom, but every once in a while it wouldn't hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: You have a lot to offer (if you don't believe me, take out a pen and paper and write down a list of the qualities that make you special; emphasize things like your sense of humor, leave off your ability to fold a fitted sheet). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a guy do you any favors. Keep this in mind: You're a great girl, and he'd be lucky to have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112142407128881058?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112142407128881058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112142407128881058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112142407128881058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112142407128881058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/dating-tip-dont-work-too-hard.html' title='Dating Tip: Don&apos;t Work Too Hard'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112134728739408196</id><published>2005-07-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:22:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had enough of waiting part II</title><content type='html'>read the post at bottom 1st. this is part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cont....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after painting our faces n bodies n crawling n throwing girls n seniors into mud, we head back to hall to wash for.... FOR???? UNION CAMP CHIONG NITE... haha. been a while since i chionged until that nite. anyway, we were gonna meet our SP that nite(sp = secret pal). yupz, cedric drove me to nuh togehter with shiwei to get my flowers. haha. flower actually. i stingy, buy one onli. hey! it's $....ok. think better not say. anyway, guys no matter how much u all will still have to buy flowers next time. n girls. u all dun need to know how much they cost. unless u all buy for yourselves to show off on V-day. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. so i was the 1st up the bus. then the councillors wanted me to choose my SP... damn. that's like hard rite? can't choose the chio one n make the others angry rite? like dun give them face. aiya. in the end i just ask one by one. haha. make me look so lame. TMD. was tempted to give the flowers to the councillors tho. haha. kidding la. my SP was decent looking. ok. even if she was less than average i would still give her the flowers. I DUN EVEN KNOW WAT SHE LOOK LIKE OR WHO SHE WAS! seriously. if go find out everything about her/him then is not a secret pal already rite? no mystery, no suspense, no fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i din get to talk to her much that nite. social setting was totally wrong for talking anyway. haha. bah. forget it. enjoyed myself dancing with my OG. phua took me for some wild goose chases but ok. i dun blame him. at least took me off the dance floor for some chill out time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. if any Ahi ppl read this im surprised but guess something. &lt;br /&gt;WHO DO U THINK WERE THE PPL WHO STAYED UP ALL THE WAY N TALKED TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;denise, u already went to sleep by then already. haha. anyway, it was quite weird. onli until the last day then i started to really talk to the OG girls. just a funny habit or trait of mine ba. i dun know. anyway, i still owe them some testimonials so dun worry. i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. so that was basically it. union camp in my 2 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Ahi for Zouk yesterday. reminded me why i started to club less. sian sian sian. i like to dance, but it was just getting boring. squeezing squeezing with GUYS... yucks. ok la. at least this time got girls we know n when the stranger guys wanna come in n slime the girls, we got something to do. shield shield stare stare... yawn... sian. onli woke up a bit during the hotter music n when i saw this hwachong guy try to force his way into the grp. haiz.... go get girls u know to go clubbing with u la. much easier that way. *shake heads* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahi gers were hot last nite. even my frens think so. so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gers, who's hotter among my frens? &lt;br /&gt;Royston, Jeremy Mak or Johnny. &lt;br /&gt;haha. can choose me also. bleah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112134728739408196?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112134728739408196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112134728739408196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112134728739408196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112134728739408196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-enough-of-waiting-part-ii.html' title='i had enough of waiting part II'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112134025412737670</id><published>2005-07-14T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:24:14.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had enough of waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;everynite i spam on MSN for ppl to post photos. n the onli responsible photographer is AMANDA! yes! with camera comes great responsibility la. POST PHOTOS FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE. GRRR. anyway, couldn't use amanda's photos for my blog. if not it'll become her blog. but then again, using her photos means more traffic to my blog. haiz.. decisions decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enuff crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised, let's talk about union camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this maybe a long post so i'll try to paragraph as much as i can. plus there's no photos so bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day i was sian diao already. Cheer Cheer Cheer... Wa. cannot take it. haha! anyway, 1st day was CLUEDO game. to be honest, it sucked. if i offended anyone, sorry. im just frank. i rather just play the ice breaker games n not have to run ard nus looking for rumours instead of clues. seriously, i neva knew the names of everyone until 2nd or 3rd day. there was just simply no introduction. come on. even when clubbing we will introduce our frens to other frens rite? that's how u socialise wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was pool games. at least better. too bad i sprained my neck while carrying minyi. yes minyi. u n your cat fite with whoever that was in the pool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;in the nite fright nite... wooooooo~~~~~ haha. i was quite excited for that one. before going in we sat ard in the carpark of haw par villa(yes... HPV... in the nite. just imagine. muhahahahahahah) n shared ghost stories. another frank comment from me is, minyi, ur ghost story was more funny than scary. HAHAHA! oops... sorry. maybe was ur hoarse voice then. din carry the eerie atmosphere. yupz. there's skill to telling stories. ok, that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 1st station was the ......drum rolls..... T O I L E T..... damnit. by then huiying was grabbing my arm already. true to my feeling, every blind corner had a 'ghost' there. damn. to say that im not afraid is bullshit. even tho i know they are counsellors, there's just this bad feeling. especially when my back was exposed to them to take the candle. FUCK. it was like dun know whether they will pounce on u or not. can't leave huiying towards them also so must face them myself. damn damn damn. haha. at least every candle along the way i can light with my own lighter so i'll take that chance to smoke too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;felt bad when huiying fell down the steps before the last station, which was a very dark n narrow tunnel. ah boon who was before us poked the chinese candle in the female ghost's nostril when she came out to scare him. HAHAHAHAH! that was the highlight of the whole nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, let's not dwell on fright nite. got chance go union camp again n play fright nite. it was good. 3rd day &lt;u&gt;BEACH GAMES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the camp was getting better. beach games was fun excluding the fact that royston n jeremy mak took the chance to sit on my back when i got the frisbee before them during ultimate frisbee match between Ahi(my OG) n Fyre(roy's OG). fuckers... still dare to keep taking cigarettes from me...&lt;br /&gt;besides that, me n nic threw a few girls into the sea. hahah. that was fun. mainly the "senior" girls. denise, shiwei, amanda. haha. fun.&lt;br /&gt;there was a couple taking wedding photos at the end of our beach games when the whole camp was gathering. so everyone coerced them into kissing by chanting " KISS KISS KISS KISS ~~~~~~~" that was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day WAR GAMES. ok. this one can use amanda's photos. almost all guys full camo on. even better than army style camo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/nicamanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/nicamanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda n nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/sickgays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/sickgays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sick gays. no names.... &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a little disappointing cos the seniors said war games was awesome n i felt beach games was quite good already. in my mind, there was gonna be mayhem, water bombs anyhow flying everywhere, lots of mud crawling, crazying fighting. hahah! but it was milder than that. alot milder. if u ppl tot eating the raw egg whole was digusting, i apologise. ya. sorry. was hyped up for war games lah. haha. anyway, it's not the 1st time i did that so it wasn't digusting for me. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;wa. the last part of wargames was totally stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. our group was the onli group that did the actual defending of our mascot from the water bomb barrage from the whole camp. all the other groups just huddle together HEADS DOWN to avoid the bombs n leave the one guy on the table with the mascot to wave the mascot. BOOO... lousy. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the throwing distance of the water bombs too far away. how can the girls throw that far? then they feel so left out. for the guys, even if we threw that far to somewhere near the mascot, like onli 5% of the water bombs that reach that distance n height hit the mascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Ahi won war games again this year. hip hip hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa... tired already. take a break 1st then blog again. =p&lt;br /&gt;listen to some techno to bring up the energy level. haha. (no, im not so hot abt techno.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112134025412737670?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112134025412737670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112134025412737670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112134025412737670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112134025412737670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-enough-of-waiting.html' title='i had enough of waiting'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112097419175228569</id><published>2005-07-10T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T13:43:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for Lone_Guy</title><content type='html'>http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/303040/DavidTaoZe-IBelieve(MySassyGirlMainTheme).mp3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112097419175228569?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112097419175228569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112097419175228569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112097419175228569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112097419175228569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-loneguy_10.html' title='for Lone_Guy'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112097348987477395</id><published>2005-07-10T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T13:31:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/More%20Guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/More%20Guys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/1600/Guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8115/652/320/Guys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;union camp's over. the above are the guys from my group. AHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna talk alot about the camp without photos. with photos would be much better. DAMN!!! i brought camera to the camp lehz. but i actually forgot that it was with me. GGRRRRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. so im waiting for ppl to upload the photos 1st then i'll update my blog with all the stories from camp. haha. i tell u. fright nite was very very funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, need to find some part time work already. hopefully got those very short assignments one. yupz. sian. money matters are so sickening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112097348987477395?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112097348987477395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112097348987477395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112097348987477395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112097348987477395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/07/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-112006068354097699</id><published>2005-06-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:58:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot like Love</title><content type='html'>WooHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my 1st movie after such a long time. in the cinema i mean. the rest is downloaded... haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i say anything, go visit &lt;a href&gt;http://alotlikelove.movies.go.com/&lt;/a&gt; if u have time. play the features, read the plot or something. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda peet was hot. really hot. her eyes are just beautiful la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.about.com/library/graphics/alotlikelovepubr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://movies.about.com/library/graphics/alotlikelovepubr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched it with catherine n yikai. i tot it was a great movie. less funny than Hitch of course but in terms of a romantic movie, i tot i was much better. yea.&lt;br /&gt;haha. hard for a guy to say it, it had all the emotions, n dealt with them careful. really great movie. loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. n to think i didn't appreciate romantic movies last time. haha. ermz... okie. enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have been wanting to get this off my chest but i keep forgetting it. &lt;br /&gt;GRRR.... singaporeans make such bad commuters. ok. in GENERAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. they block the entrance of the MRT train just to get on earlier. LET THE PPL  INSIDE GET OUT 1ST THEN GOT SPACE TO GO IN WHAT!? THE DOOR WON'T CLOSE N TRAP YOUR HEAD INSIDE WHILE YOUR BODY IS OUTSIDE EVEN IF U ARE THE LAST PERSON TO GO IN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. why can't ppl stand to one side of the escalator? ok. it's not the culture in Singapore to stand at one side only. in taiwan it is. but still, u see someone in a hurry u can still stand to one side instead of dwell in your own conversation n totally ignore the irritated person behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. even in tunnels or places with small pathways, this is the case. ppl block up the traffic by walking slowly n chit chatting, totally ignoring the crowd behind them as if they own the road... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff rant for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-112006068354097699?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/112006068354097699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=112006068354097699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112006068354097699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/112006068354097699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/lot-like-love.html' title='A lot like Love'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111946441463977544</id><published>2005-06-23T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T02:20:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green eyed monster!!!!</title><content type='html'>i just decided. MY sassy girl must be green eyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. not a jealous girl friend. very scary. just tot if green eyes exist in this world? just a tot. wow. imagine looking at a pair of sultry eyes looking at u across the table. Ggggreeeeen EMERALD sultry eyes, sparkling with passion n desire looking at u across the table. WOWza! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contacts. contact lenses give u green pupils too. yuck. the coloured contact lenses look so fake. n they look more scary than a cat's eyes. if u know wat i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dun think any singaporean CHINESE girl would have natural green eyes... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~D-R-E-A-M-S....Dreams Dreams Dreams...~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111946441463977544?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111946441463977544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111946441463977544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111946441463977544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111946441463977544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/green-eyed-monster.html' title='green eyed monster!!!!'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111918560626270339</id><published>2005-06-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:53:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erotic pictures</title><content type='html'>my fren just sent me this. haha. tot it was quite nice. crude... but i tot it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im low class. i admit. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/NATURALE-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/NATURALE-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/NATURALE-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/NATURALE-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/NATURALE-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111918560626270339?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111918560626270339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111918560626270339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111918560626270339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111918560626270339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/erotic-pictures.html' title='erotic pictures'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111910881345708885</id><published>2005-06-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:33:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some tots</title><content type='html'>was just watching cartoon network(yes, i watch cartoons) n it was showing a Batman cartoon movie. it was showing some flashback of the dilemma Bruce Wayne had before become Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a lovely girlfriend(ytpical, chinese saying it's hard even for heroes to pass the test not being enticed by a beauty) n was willing to give up his dream of avenging his parents by becoming Batman n help stop crime which killed his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was wondering. how many ppl can understand him. WHY bother to don that stupid costume every nite n fight someone else's problems? WHY risk his life to stop villians who wouldn't even bother him if he was just rich playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne? just because he is plagued by a childhood hatred to the people who killed his parents? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered watching black hawk down on vcd again the other day.&lt;br /&gt;one of the sergeants was on his way back to the city after surviving 1 day of fighting there. he told josh hartnett(another one of the sergeants), some of our boys are still stuck in there. he was going back to get them out. &lt;br /&gt;josh was wondering why risk it again after bring back his men out of the city. why risk his life again?&lt;br /&gt;he said something i tot was very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl dun understand why we do this. why fight someone else's war? why fight something that is not even a concern of theirs? but to us soldiers we dun care. that's up to the leaders. we are already soldiers. we just do our job. why then do we risk our lives? i dun say a thing. dun need to explain a goddamn thing. they won't understand. they won't understand. they won't understand that we are fighting for the man beside us. that's all. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. that's not EXActly wat he said but that's as close to wat i rem. i guess it's hard for me to understand too. even tho i been in army, even my war simulated evaluation in taiwan is not as close to WAR. will only understand when there are real bullets n real grenades exploding in my face will i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/250701%7EJosh-Hartnett.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111910881345708885?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111910881345708885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111910881345708885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111910881345708885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111910881345708885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-tots.html' title='some tots'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111901345979811911</id><published>2005-06-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:04:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's a photo for all to see</title><content type='html'>this a photo taken at my grandma's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. it was my grandma's bday. i couldn't attend coz i was too drunk the day before due to ORD parade n they had to go ALL THE WAY TO JOHOR TO CELEBRATE THIS! geez... all of us stay in Singapore manz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. anyway, here's the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/DSC08658.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vodafone man U jersey is my brother Jaemes&lt;br /&gt;2 old man, left is my dad, right is my uncle&lt;br /&gt;couple left are my uncle n aunt&lt;br /&gt;couple right are my cousin n her hubbie&lt;br /&gt;the cute lil boy is my cuz n so is the long haired babe. u are not getting her number anyway. =p&lt;br /&gt;n of coz. my grandmother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111901345979811911?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111901345979811911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111901345979811911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111901345979811911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111901345979811911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/heres-photo-for-all-to-see.html' title='here&apos;s a photo for all to see'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111901312902623896</id><published>2005-06-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:58:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boring days</title><content type='html'>oh man. it's so god damn digustingly boring these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recruitexpress still hasn't called me back yet. damn. gotta call rebecca(the one who is liasing with me for recruitexpress) n rush her. said she'll call me today but wtf? it's way past working hours girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. nvm. not that im spending money like i used to. staying home everyday. reading books. reading books i read before too... gotta make another trip to the library soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's going on manz. life wasn't like this. it's either busy busy busy with work (which means army) or BUSY BUSY BUSY hanging out with frens, going clubbing, lan gaming, or just chilling out. now i dun even bother looking for my handphone unless im going out. which explains all the missed calls i have been getting at home. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. that's me life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemna as to whether or not to join the NUS camps that are coming up. Work is so uncertain n i dun want camp n work to clash. can make new frens at camps but then again, it's where the desperate NS guys are looking for girls. LOL. ritez. just kidding. dun think im gonna join any camps since they are already about to start. hoping to crash some of the camps but i tot, "wouldn't it be awkward?" ya it would. perhaps at nite. when the guys n girls are off to bed/tents/hammock/wat have u, i'll take a walk down to NUS, plastic bags of alcohol, n i'll crash the party. =p sit down n talk to my buddies, who will introduce their new frens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that works out. when it comes to girls, im not sure i will introduce them to my buddies. haha. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's turn to the left n take a look out my window then, n gaze upon NUS from my window. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/320/DSC08670.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111901312902623896?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111901312902623896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111901312902623896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111901312902623896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111901312902623896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-days.html' title='the boring days'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111840422113786098</id><published>2005-06-10T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:50:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chucky visits</title><content type='html'>it's very scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk in the dark jungles, hands feeling around to find my way, feet tripping over roots n falling on slippery mud at times n i never had this feeling before. this feeling of fear i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going home one day this week. it was about 12am or so. so i pressed for the elevator. when it opened, i just walk in casually as any normal day. when the door was half ajar, i saw something on the floor of the elevator. my 1st reaction was to rush forward just a bit to help coz i tot i saw a little baby on the floor. in that split instant, my helpful reaction turned to chilling fear as i realised it was not&lt;br /&gt;a baby on the floor. it was a DOLL! fuck. i dun know why i was so scared of a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it was late n it's very scary to see something that looks so life like at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the doll reminded me of chucky. (lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) dolls are just scary at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. so that's my fright night this week. i was like dashing out to one side of the lobby n muttering like FUCK FUCK FUCK under my breath. haha. fortunately there were no neighbours around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army bunks were more frightening especially with all the stories. yet. i was more perturbed by this sudden incident than in all my years in the army. haha.&lt;br /&gt;FEAR FACTOR: all rite ppl. today the competition is this!&lt;br /&gt;*display chucky like dolls*&lt;br /&gt;the person to eat as many of these dolls in that eerie haunted mansion will win the $25,000!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, something else to share with u all especially those with girl frens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING SIGNS FOR MEN THAT SHE MAYBE GOING INTO HER WELL OR WHEN SHE NEEDS HIS LOVE THE MOST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match wat u think she is feeling when she says:&lt;br /&gt;1)"there is so much to do!"&lt;br /&gt;2)"I need more"&lt;br /&gt;3)"i do everything!"&lt;br /&gt;4)"But what about...."&lt;br /&gt;5)"I don't understand why..."&lt;br /&gt;6)"I can't do anything more."&lt;br /&gt;7)"I don't know what to do!"&lt;br /&gt;8)"I don't care. DO what you want."&lt;br /&gt;9)"You should.....(do this/do that)"&lt;br /&gt;10)"No, I don't want to..."&lt;br /&gt;11)"What do you mean by that?"&lt;br /&gt;12)"Well, did you.....?"&lt;br /&gt;13)"How could you forget...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disapproving, Controlling, Confused, Worried, Hopeless, Overwhelmed, Insecure, Mistrusting, Passive, Resentful, Withholding, Exhausted, Demanding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111840422113786098?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111840422113786098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111840422113786098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111840422113786098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111840422113786098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/chucky-visits.html' title='chucky visits'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111798637236906886</id><published>2005-06-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:46:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping with Biwen</title><content type='html'>Spent the afternoon in town. Went shopping for Qiyan's present with Biwen. haha. dun know why meet her 2 times this week. hope her boyfren is alritez with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i rem i also shopped with Qiyan for Biwen's present. how come they neva shop 2gether for a present for me? =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddingz... im the not kind that actually celebrates bdays. onli my 21st with my OCS buddies. check out march entries if u want to see some pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great singapore sale is here. DAMNIT. need more money to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, always find it strange how come guys seldom just go try on clothes for fun. me included except when im with girls or those shopping guys. we just browse thru. ppl come up to us, "hi! can i help?" *Smilez* / Not even a look at the kind assistant(the worst kind of response). at least say, "Nah, it's ok. I'm just browsing around." Think if it was when i was before 18, i would just walk away embarassed that i dun even have the intention of buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another revelation that i want to share is that the economics we studied has become warped. haha. just kidding. just the fact that goods priced at a price much higher than others have more ppl buying them than goods priced lower. maybe not all the time but everyone is going for brands now. I remember when pasar malam was the craze when i was still in sec school. "let's go pasar malam buy tees! buy clothes!" perhaps it's the difference in purchasing power, i dun even visit the pasar malam now, even tho there is one at my place now. feel sad for the stall holders. hope the teens now still like the fake No FEAR tees. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of that, perhaps i should arrange my wardrobe. not that i have alot of nice clothes. maybe i could find some old piece of clothing that brings back memories or i could donate to some kids. hope they like the Ah Beng style. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Our Most Valuable Possession is the One that possesses us to SHARE~ Greg S. Reid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111798637236906886?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111798637236906886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111798637236906886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111798637236906886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111798637236906886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/shopping-with-biwen.html' title='shopping with Biwen'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111772781442302544</id><published>2005-06-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:56:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got milk? got work?</title><content type='html'>Long time no see blog. Sorry I neglected u yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I did write a post one week ago but i lost my whole entry when i pressed publish post and my connection went dead. Yupz. so knowing me, lazy lazy lazy, didn't have the spirit or energy to regurgitate(woo! i checked dictionary.com and i got the spelling right) my whole entry so i just left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz. Today is my official ORD DATE!!! wooopeee!!! although i haven't got my pink IC yet, still it's quite a day. yupz. n guess how i spent it. collecting my pay at Midlink Plaza at Middle Road. haha. bet u all dun know where it is. ok. i didn't know where it is so i assumed u guys didn't know as well. but still, it's at bugis. near parco. check the map at the mrt station and u will find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, met up with my old fren. Biwen. haha. she's my 1st girlfriend. yea. close friends now and if i dun remember wrongly, we known each other for 9 years? correct?&lt;br /&gt;ya. we were just discussing and talking about our lives and i realised how pessimistic she was. (ok i knew she was pessimistic already but.. ok. nvm) come on girl. MORE CONFIDENCE. Seriously, i find that there has been a big imrovement already but, stop the whining. hahahah. just kidding. u are doing great. &lt;br /&gt;talked about sex and other things i usually wouldn't talk to girls about. haha. it's fun and it's funny. &lt;br /&gt;it's great when u have such open female frens right? haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no. we are not sex partners if that's what u dirty minded assholes are thinking!&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, anyone has work opportunities?&lt;br /&gt;$6 min would be good. no waiter(done b4 till sian) or factory worker(also do b4 alr)&lt;br /&gt;tuition would be best.&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111772781442302544?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111772781442302544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111772781442302544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111772781442302544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111772781442302544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-milk-got-work.html' title='got milk? got work?'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111656089751320514</id><published>2005-05-20T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:48:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blood type is type B... =(</title><content type='html'>so many movies i wanna watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not all are out yet. &lt;br /&gt;so anyone who happens to see this. do take ur pick n ask me for a movie date. guys exclusively to the non lovey dovey ones. understand? haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars (Use the force Luke)&lt;br /&gt;My Boyfriend is type B, n so is mine. haha.            26th May release&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar (I love cartoons, childish me)              27th May&lt;br /&gt;Mr. n Mrs. Smith (cool cool cool)                      09th June &lt;br /&gt;A Lot like Love                                        23rd June&lt;br /&gt;Initial D (COOLER COOLER COOLER!!) ha. boys love cars. 30th June Why so long!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just read the reviews for my boyfriend is type B. &lt;br /&gt; "a display of ultimate selfishness. Type-B guys are also said to be quite creative, but capricious, conceited, selfish, and sulky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"his blood type is "B", which is believed as the must-avoid type by many women!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.... am i like that???? haha. B+ some more. i must be very creative, extremely capricious, conceited, selfish n sulky. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know u could tell a person from his blood type. the things ppl do when they are bored. nontheless, it's always interesting to read abt them tho. even tho i dun believe every word that the horoscope says, it's still fun to read. maybe cos it's motivating to see nice things happening to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my boyfren is type b i'll definitely watch it. im sure it will make me laugh. hope it's as good as my sassy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111656089751320514?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111656089751320514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111656089751320514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111656089751320514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111656089751320514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-blood-type-is-type-b.html' title='my blood type is type B... =('/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111626204203414951</id><published>2005-05-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:47:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commercials are weird...</title><content type='html'>nah. not gonna talk abt those silly commercials where they sing silly jingles that everyone rems. haha. lame they are but they make ppl rem. their products. UIC, Mopiko(mosquito cream), pizza hut 2353535. oops forgot to add a 6. 62353535. haha. no wonder no more of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was gonna talk abt pantiliners. R-I-G-H-T.... did i get the spelling right? =/ i got that from typing kotex in google.com n went to www.kotex.com. EEEEEE!!! BEN!!!! u are damn bian tai!!!(pervert) i can imagine Bik screaming that at me in her usual cute high pitch voice. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LA! i just wanted to see wat's the proper term for it. next time will have girlfren one mahz. haha. crazy. imagine explaining myself on my own blog. bah. i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on to the pt of pantiliner commercials. dun u think they are a little weird. why i say so?&lt;br /&gt;They all start w same template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pretty girl does something&lt;/u&gt;: eg. catwalk, cycling, or just sleeping, tosing n turning ard. things girls do in everyday life. exp. swimming of coz. for ppl who dun understand why..... ermz.... i direct u all to bik wei. LOL!!! well, i think havn't seen them make one that can overcome the obstacle of going to the pool on THAT time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;something happens to pretty girl&lt;/u&gt;: they suddenly show a worried face. or the possibilities of leakage or watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;case study&lt;/u&gt;: they compare BRAND X and &lt;u&gt;__ENTER BRAND HERE__&lt;/u&gt;(fill this up w watever u like, kotex, whisper, wat have u)&lt;br /&gt;then they will show that Brand X absorption rate no good, the shape not ideal, that it is bad. &lt;br /&gt;"NEW IMPROVED WHISPER ARE BETTER........"&lt;br /&gt;does that mean the last version of their pantiliners suck? i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;n WAT IS BRAND X!!!????? i dun think there are unbranded pantiliners out there is there. k. if no one tells me i'll just sneak a SWIFT glance next time im at the supermarket... haha. so if all branded pantiliners make the same commercial, wat's the pt of the case study? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah... making a big fuss out of nothing here.. heh. just something to fill up this blog. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, food for tot for all future ad designers. &lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111626204203414951?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111626204203414951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111626204203414951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111626204203414951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111626204203414951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/commercials-are-weird.html' title='commercials are weird...'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111616738178715063</id><published>2005-05-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:29:41.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta change my dog's name</title><content type='html'>my dog is currently called brownie. considering his cuteness that suits him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think he should be called Courage, The Cowardly Dog. (Those who watch cartoon network should know) Man! he is so chicken. Took him for a walk today n decided to go to the park since i neva brought him there before. everytime someone who looks a bit bigger comes along he doesn't want to move. everytime he sees another dog in front of us he stops as well. *shakes head* need to carry him pass the "obstacle" then he will move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..... why like that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111616738178715063?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111616738178715063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111616738178715063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111616738178715063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111616738178715063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/gotta-change-my-dogs-name.html' title='gotta change my dog&apos;s name'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111606292407091692</id><published>2005-05-14T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:28:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat to blog abt?</title><content type='html'>didn't want to leave my blog neglected but din know wat to write abt either... my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. went clubbing yest! yipee! long time since i went to phuture. crowded as usual. shaun n kenneth were supposed to come but ended up drunk the 2 idoits.... *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so me n ana went along with her frens. haha. it was quite fun, tho e music at the start was not really great. n it got REALLY crowded as usual n there's this bunch of guys roughing e gals out. no choice had to block them out. =p yuck!!!! i hate to rub against guys the whole nite. eewwww. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana's a good dancer! wooo! u go girl! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find more work. got nothing to do at home then will want to go out. &lt;br /&gt;GO OUT = SPENDING MONEY&lt;br /&gt;STAY HOME = BORED&lt;br /&gt;BORED = FINDING THINGS TO DO&lt;br /&gt;eventually after everything at home can be done,&lt;br /&gt;FINDING THINGS TO DO = GO OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find better quality ways to spend money instead of just going out to pay SMRT for transport n breadtalk for food or coffeebean for drinks onli. need more kakis. or maybe a girlfren. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending money. i love/hate that. if i had tons of it i would love it. (obviously, DUH.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111606292407091692?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111606292407091692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111606292407091692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111606292407091692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111606292407091692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/wat-to-blog-abt.html' title='wat to blog abt?'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111574458349605459</id><published>2005-05-11T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T01:03:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day at work</title><content type='html'>Today time pass really slowly. Maybe becoz the no. of professors n scientist registering for their convention pass decreased after e 1st day. =/ so registration very little ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sometimes i feel sad for the presenters who present their work at my sessions. they pay so much to get their work publish in the books at this convention n more money for their airfare here n so little ppl listen to their work. or that they can't speak proper english n end up fumbling their presentations. or they r just not cut out to present. haiz.... very sad for them. esp when the audience is very little. once there was this guy presenting to onli 4 ppl in the room n 2 of them were e workers there. me n huihua. so SADZ..... sometimes gotta feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terence quah's bday today. haha. didn't want to go after work coz i know shaun to n terence will get me drunk. but i still went. brothers after all. jiang yi qi. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;really got a bit tipsy today. high a bit on the bus can't relax. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. got work tmr. 0930. gotta wake up early despite this alcohol level. manz.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111574458349605459?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111574458349605459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111574458349605459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111574458349605459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111574458349605459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-day-at-work.html' title='another day at work'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111564786454894487</id><published>2005-05-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:11:04.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>i hope no one from camp is reading this. but anyway, im working now. yea. at suntec convention centre for ICCSA. which stands for International Conference on Computational Science and Its Applications. &lt;br /&gt;general worker to make sure the event goes smoothly. basically is like a logistic person to work the registration counters, carry the things, give out stuff, work the rooms where discussions n presentations will be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. these scientists n gotta work on their presentation skills. ok if they are from korea or foreign countries n they can't speak english properly but their presentation skills.... my word.. they are brilliant but i guess u can't be good at everything. maybe the UK guys n the USA guys are more gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. speaking of them being brilliant, i know it's wrong for me to laugh at them but i caught 3 of them walking into the mirror thinking that it lead to the door or they could walk thru it. HAHAHAHAHAHAH! we analysed it n realised it had the reflection of the door on the opposite side. hahahahaah! no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i like this job. I dun need to sell anything but yet i get to talk to ppl n work with my frens. that's the really fun part to work with your classmates. met some new frens too. hope to know each other better? haha. not that they will even know my blog. alritez. enough crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. got work early tmr.&lt;br /&gt;~ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111564786454894487?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111564786454894487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111564786454894487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111564786454894487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111564786454894487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</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-9137740.post-111504582337527781</id><published>2005-05-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:57:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>yea. im home. more than a month away. my dog is barking at me now for locking him up... =p serves him right. but im surprised he remembers me... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much happened in this month i dun even know where to begin. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our ATEC score wasn't that good. but hey. i still ORD. just feel a little wasted that somehow things could have turned out better but it's no point pointing fingers at anyone now that it is over. =/&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ATEC was fun! just some issues over the umpiring but i must say i enjoyed myself. but it was a very hot and thirsty experience. treasure your water guys, u dun wanna know know how it feels to be near dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had one week of break before ex. high noon. so the battalion let us go for R&amp;amp;R at different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shots taken in Kenting. That's way in the south of Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/640/DSC08559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shot taken before we hit the waves on this....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/640/DSC08560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ride them cowboy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/640/DSC08552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheap drinks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/640/DSC08564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she looks 14!!??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/2339/640/DSC08565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flaming lambo at onli 100NT!! plus it was all made by us. cool huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. i shall close this chapter 1st and get on with the other stuff later on. Tired also... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9137740-111504582337527781?l=hopelessromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/feeds/111504582337527781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9137740&amp;postID=111504582337527781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111504582337527781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9137740/posts/default/111504582337527781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessromance.blogspot.com/2005/05/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Ah Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863405155129640709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
