<?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-6897896</id><updated>2012-02-06T00:06:44.197+08:00</updated><category term='delete'/><title type='text'>Bronx-boy.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Estranged.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8893278940989650078</id><published>2012-02-06T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:06:44.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its just one of those days where my insides are burning and it slowly started raining. I so hate days like this. oh well.. One week of training should do the trick. I seriously don't know how i got by 5 months. Gawd. Next week Birthday.. Getting myself something to cheer me up. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8893278940989650078?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8893278940989650078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8893278940989650078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-just-one-of-those-days-where-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8800756536618710233</id><published>2012-01-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:07:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That one fine day when i cried so badly in your arms, I thought everything was finally gonna be fine. Instead. It didnt. I poured out my feelings for you and you were finally there when it rained. You told me everything's gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be alright. I'm happy that you get good sleep and wake up to beautiful morning sunshine.Well, I'm just glad you were there hugging me, comforting me the last i cried. Prolly, the next time im gonna cry in bed with you hugging me is just a few days before you fly off. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shiny Gem is all that's left of me. All of me stored in that sparkling beauty. Hold it close. Hold it dear, For whenever and whatever reasons that you should remember those days, I'm there. Ever so close to your heart &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8800756536618710233?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8800756536618710233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8800756536618710233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-one-fine-day-when-i-cried-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6485859796080830264</id><published>2012-01-20T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:15:16.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Look at you Tonight, So beautiful under these neon lights. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6485859796080830264?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6485859796080830264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6485859796080830264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2012/01/verse-1-on-rooftop-thinkin-its-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1666547477233623062</id><published>2012-01-20T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:40:40.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eqIM5A_Cd0I" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_27" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #3a598f; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If you're not here, I'm paralyzed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s hover" id="line_28" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #3a598f; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1666547477233623062?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1666547477233623062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1666547477233623062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-youre-not-here-im-paralyzed-without.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eqIM5A_Cd0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8161137413505355217</id><published>2012-01-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:17:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3w3XRn9bsU/TxhBn4Y-1kI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4kGswMDuq9s/s1600/tumblr_ly1zot63qy1r2sbfuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3w3XRn9bsU/TxhBn4Y-1kI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4kGswMDuq9s/s320/tumblr_ly1zot63qy1r2sbfuo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real living Proof. That True Love Exist and I'm not crazy. GAWWWD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8161137413505355217?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8161137413505355217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8161137413505355217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2012/01/real-living-proof.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3w3XRn9bsU/TxhBn4Y-1kI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4kGswMDuq9s/s72-c/tumblr_ly1zot63qy1r2sbfuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7517733717100929669</id><published>2011-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:17:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfV64UEp2nA/TvbNdES7OXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/605YEVXn4PI/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXtEsgM9Jug/TvbNicb8mfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/KTCLh0biMKs/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXtEsgM9Jug/TvbNicb8mfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/KTCLh0biMKs/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's Christmas Pressie for meeee!! &lt;br /&gt;didnt get her anything nice tho. But makeup stuffs i hope she likes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR WITH BABY!!! WHEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for her to come back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7517733717100929669?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7517733717100929669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7517733717100929669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/12/babys-christmas-pressie-for-meeee-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXtEsgM9Jug/TvbNicb8mfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/KTCLh0biMKs/s72-c/IMG_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3108852379281789247</id><published>2011-09-18T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:39:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh huh! Looks like this baby has been updated with a new U.I . Not bad. But hey! I'm just hopping by just to pen down some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver course is seriously affecting my social life.&lt;br /&gt;My own LIFE, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;and my own time to enjoy the things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing it in my face wont really help.. So..&lt;br /&gt;I'll just shrug it off and get on with it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH what a bloody cold afternoon. Gotta pack my stuffs and get ready to book in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD! WHAT A DRAGGG. pfft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;nbsp; I'm not STUPID. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3108852379281789247?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3108852379281789247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3108852379281789247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/09/uh-huh-looks-like-this-baby-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6904724085111910289</id><published>2011-08-30T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:17:40.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First day of Raya.. Nothing much. Woke up late. GOT BORED and got pissed.&lt;br /&gt;must be the angst. I gotta book in later. I cannot make it to baby's house open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A DAY -.- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna take a nap till its time to leave for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH JUST SHOOOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6904724085111910289?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6904724085111910289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6904724085111910289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7457456707306781469</id><published>2011-08-29T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:56:09.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm just at home, in search for new songs to load up my Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;when i came by this song. A band which i listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled onto their comments section and here it is..&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The first one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" im a guy i﻿ love this song .... i act all tough and stuff  around my friends but to be honest im the most sensitive guy youll meet  my girlfriend tells me that all the time i love my beautiful girl :) she  deserves everything and i try my best to give her that i only hate this  song because it makes me cry and makes hope this never happens to me i  dont know what i would do if i lost my girl i love her and will no  matter what for Forever and Always &amp;lt;3 :) "&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The second one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the kind of songs that always remind me two important things:  &lt;br /&gt;Life is worth living for that one special person to you in the entire universe. &lt;br /&gt;True love still and will always exist.﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it made me realize, that everyday,&lt;br /&gt;you should treasure the ones you love no matter what the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the song i dedicated to you by "Parachute"  baby?&lt;br /&gt;now this is another, Just for you my dear babycakes!&lt;br /&gt;I love you &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xC9QuACymfc" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7457456707306781469?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7457456707306781469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7457456707306781469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/08/remember-how-i-dedicate-song-by.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xC9QuACymfc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3127624990204983532</id><published>2011-08-23T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:18:27.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooot wooot! Okay i swear i was finding the RIGHT time to update. But sadly... not today. Just to let you know blogggg. That i will update you soon and also will get you a soulmate okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry baby Havent been updating. Just wanna let you know whatever happens.. Dont give up okay? There's always a way. Together, We can do wonders. Together and we make TMR just as bright as today. Im sorry this is very brief. I promise i will blog more. I gotta go camp now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEE YOUU BUNNY &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwjyu4vdJqQ/TlOaPlTyrrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wE55OBMF_Kc/s1600/307942_10150263910158519_502323518_7571040_1736856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwjyu4vdJqQ/TlOaPlTyrrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wE55OBMF_Kc/s400/307942_10150263910158519_502323518_7571040_1736856_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644024350529203890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Green Lantern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3127624990204983532?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3127624990204983532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3127624990204983532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/08/wooot-wooot-okay-i-swear-i-was-finding.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwjyu4vdJqQ/TlOaPlTyrrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wE55OBMF_Kc/s72-c/307942_10150263910158519_502323518_7571040_1736856_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6409851309597215625</id><published>2011-07-31T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:50:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpdBePu4teA/TjUjD9zGuBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/C4n9TU_yzGo/s1600/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpdBePu4teA/TjUjD9zGuBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/C4n9TU_yzGo/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635449059759536146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certainly a love that last and i intend to keep it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lately i've been feeling rather... Angsty as you might say it. The Signs and symptoms of Acute Stress. Its not that I'm THAT stress. I just haven't been having enough rest for myself. Let alone for my Beautiful girlfriend, who's patiently waiting for that call for me to ask her out for dinner or even a nice long chat just to catch up of what I've been missing when I'm in camp. Training's Tough these days, But hey! 1 more week and I'm home free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week starts the fasting month and i have my 8 Rounds of Fartlek which is so NOT gonna be easy. IPPT on Monday. PLUS our wonderful TITAN activation. GAWD. EVERYTHING IN A WEEK. I better get a toned body out of all this. THEN I'll say its worth it but when all the fatigue sets in. I think i wont even remember how my face even looked like. Till then.. I would like to thank my Girlfriend, Mastura Mohtar for being there for me and listening to my ramblings and rants due to my stress level. GAWD IM SUCH A BABY! but thank you baby for being there for me. I appreciate it soo very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sybhK6HqxUg/TjUjDiXMaVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-WF9vM_sQe8/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sybhK6HqxUg/TjUjDiXMaVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-WF9vM_sQe8/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635449052394711378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you my OFFICE GIRL &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Shopping soon i promise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6409851309597215625?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6409851309597215625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6409851309597215625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/07/certainly-love-that-last-and-i-intend.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpdBePu4teA/TjUjD9zGuBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/C4n9TU_yzGo/s72-c/IMG_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5066965724577195022</id><published>2011-07-24T17:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:17:29.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoohoo! Okay fine. I Haven't been blogging lately. Don't have the time. Coz all the time I have. I wanna spend it on the one person i love MASTURA MOHTAR &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it is i wanna blog. I go Blank. But whenever I'm gonna go to camp or in camp for that matter i would always wanna blog. But oh well. I'm in where i wanna be in camp now. So everything is pretty much... tough. But Hell week's OVAAA!. heh! 2 more weeks and I'm done with the conversion course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say. Its been hard on my baby girl. She has to bear with me.. calling her with like only less than 10 mins or worst each day? Hardly Texts. and also for a whole of 2 weeks. She has to go thru that all by herself while I'm in camp getting the shit beat out of me. BUTTT BUTTT!!! She's fine now. I wont say it was easy, but she survived. She struggled her way and made it out. Stronger and more patient than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I'm glad and proud of my baby for being a strong person that she is and also, Held on to the very one thing that she found 5 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GO9V1vExCZY/TivsJqNXUfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1wZ4feP_4rw/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GO9V1vExCZY/TivsJqNXUfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1wZ4feP_4rw/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632855409650258418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;P/S. I purposely didn't tell you I blogged.But When you do find this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY!!! MUAAAAAAAAAAH &amp;lt;3 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5066965724577195022?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5066965724577195022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5066965724577195022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/07/yoohoo-okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GO9V1vExCZY/TivsJqNXUfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1wZ4feP_4rw/s72-c/IMG_1558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2210987558506419420</id><published>2011-06-05T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:31:01.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBA9oyCB3WA/Tet2qK7dJsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hfSuxANKFl8/s1600/Hearts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBA9oyCB3WA/Tet2qK7dJsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hfSuxANKFl8/s400/Hearts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614711827307767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Picture says a thousand words, No?&lt;br /&gt;yess they do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2210987558506419420?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2210987558506419420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2210987558506419420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/06/picture-says-thousand-words-no-yess.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBA9oyCB3WA/Tet2qK7dJsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hfSuxANKFl8/s72-c/Hearts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5158653970572842527</id><published>2011-05-28T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:54:53.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it'll last in love&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it hurts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5158653970572842527?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5158653970572842527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5158653970572842527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-itll-last-in-love-but.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5520202018408257410</id><published>2011-05-28T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:57:49.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/il-NdjTtUAI?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5520202018408257410?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5520202018408257410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5520202018408257410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/il-NdjTtUAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-214518140088666335</id><published>2011-05-22T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:58:30.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Attica twas awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm glad i could be the one you count on to take care of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Update more soon. I gotta study. I promise pictures okay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6rYou87x1I/Tdjr16-U_uI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sdwhfsFGGSo/s1600/249916_10150274180116041_710901040_9402214_1195489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6rYou87x1I/Tdjr16-U_uI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sdwhfsFGGSo/s400/249916_10150274180116041_710901040_9402214_1195489_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609492647486226146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-214518140088666335?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/214518140088666335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/214518140088666335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/05/attica-twas-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6rYou87x1I/Tdjr16-U_uI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sdwhfsFGGSo/s72-c/249916_10150274180116041_710901040_9402214_1195489_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5051332521594609460</id><published>2011-05-08T04:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T04:30:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Twas Completing my  Mortal Kombat 2011 on my xbox. When it was time to use Raiden to beat  Shao Khan. It struck me. A Sudden Flashback. A sweet memory. That  Staircase where i would have talks with you before you head on home.  That Time, that day,  where you started opening up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ayaaagaaatahhhh !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Raiden's Torpedo move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gawddd. That brings me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Your  all grown up now. Time flies. Everybody wants a shot at ya. I would be  lying if i said i didn't miss those days. Just you, and me and the whole  world ahead of us. Waiting to be discovered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;But things change, so do the people all around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Goodnight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopes and true Believers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5051332521594609460?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5051332521594609460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5051332521594609460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/05/estranged_08.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6833229699369514164</id><published>2011-05-02T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:03:22.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2HoDRbZvOcM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven’t changed.&lt;br /&gt; Stand in the light,&lt;br /&gt; I need to see you,&lt;br /&gt; uncover my eyes.&lt;br /&gt; The tears coming down,&lt;br /&gt; making lines on your face.&lt;br /&gt; One for each year, now&lt;br /&gt; that you’ve been away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were only kids,&lt;br /&gt; we ran like water.&lt;br /&gt; Your dad said,&lt;br /&gt; stay away from my daughter.&lt;br /&gt; The sun was coming down when I said,&lt;br /&gt; can’t you just believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.&lt;br /&gt; And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your voice when you don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your fate.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be forever,&lt;br /&gt; wait for me.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You were a storm,&lt;br /&gt; it blew us away.&lt;br /&gt; I wouldn’t leave you,&lt;br /&gt; but you couldn’t stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were only kids,&lt;br /&gt; we ran like water.&lt;br /&gt; Your dad said,&lt;br /&gt; stay away from my daughter.&lt;br /&gt; The sun was coming down when I said,&lt;br /&gt; can’t you just believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.&lt;br /&gt; And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your voice when you don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your fate.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be forever,&lt;br /&gt; wait for me.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were only kids,&lt;br /&gt; we ran like water.&lt;br /&gt; I told your dad,&lt;br /&gt; I love your daughter.&lt;br /&gt; The sun was coming down when I said,&lt;br /&gt; Hallie just believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.&lt;br /&gt; And if you wait for me,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your voice when you don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your fate.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be forever,&lt;br /&gt; wait for me.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train,&lt;br /&gt; Hold on to love,&lt;br /&gt; and wait for me.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train home.&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be the last train,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll be your last train home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know it wont matter.. but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;with all my heart, I do whatever it takes to make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Smiling from ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A sight for sore eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The beauty of it all that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its Drifting away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hush. Sleep tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.S I love you. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6833229699369514164?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6833229699369514164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6833229699369514164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-havent-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2HoDRbZvOcM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3160696199735496780</id><published>2011-04-30T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:11:44.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iPSpRNwZLXE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that's something i don't mind investing my time on.&lt;br /&gt;Love that girl's splits.&lt;br /&gt;Shall work on my flexibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon soon..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3160696199735496780?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3160696199735496780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3160696199735496780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/04/now-thats-something-i-dont-investing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iPSpRNwZLXE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1665948642119787301</id><published>2011-04-24T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:20:57.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Im keeping my chin up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be strong. just like you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna love you even it shatters my heart and kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LnkSW55Cak/TbQVjNVG6SI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e6z-9qQYrSk/s1600/tumblr_lk2o4cfC4r1qzkhlvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LnkSW55Cak/TbQVjNVG6SI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e6z-9qQYrSk/s320/tumblr_lk2o4cfC4r1qzkhlvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599123931346168098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care. I'm gonna miss you.. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1665948642119787301?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1665948642119787301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1665948642119787301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-keeping-my-chin-up.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LnkSW55Cak/TbQVjNVG6SI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e6z-9qQYrSk/s72-c/tumblr_lk2o4cfC4r1qzkhlvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8589378670263887894</id><published>2011-04-24T00:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:19:28.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signs&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fate's Definitely laughing so hard at my face now for trying to fight him. Laughing so hard that he's crapping his pants as i blog about my feelings. And so everything is repeating. Just like before. The Signs are showing. Slowly.. drifting. Its gonna happen soon. When I'm in camp. Just like before. Sigh. I have to relive this a 2nd time. Just for me to learn, learn from my mistakes. My past is catching up to me. Always have been. So does my past mistakes. Catching up to me. Slowly and slowly eating me up inside, like a weeds growing.. spiraling around a plant. Affecting every single thing in my future. I've always asked why this ? why that ? I guess i should learn to not ask anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why am i feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why am i reliving this.&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why is she feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why cant i have it my way.&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why cant i have what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why didn't i appreciate what was in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why cant everything be as it was&lt;br /&gt;Not ask why cant things have an happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just stop asking why and take things as it is. I'll never be too tired to know that I've have given it my heart and soul. I'm not afraid to say that despite everything fate throws at me, I still am gonna stand up on my own 2 feet and walk this path. This path where I would fight fate, because i believe that, Nothing is set in stone. We all build our own path and decide on what and how we want things to end up. Its the choices we make that will decide our fate. Not 'Fate' Himself. If you would ask me why i choose to not be independent, I would answer you this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wouldn't wanna be independent because..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what its like to depend on someone I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna feel what its like to fight for someone I love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what its like to feel hurt, lost and jaded without that special someone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what its like to be important to someone special&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what its like to be someone's pillar of strength&lt;br /&gt;Lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna know what its like to be loved by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This to me, is how i know..  I've really love you and I need you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, I was never against you. Like i said. I've wanted the best for you. Your happiness. Even if I'm not in that Future Family picture of yours. I know it's been a rough and hard couple of months for you. I wont blame you.I guess I'm glad I was able to make a difference in your life.  Sigh. I wished i could've been better for you. I wished i can do something to ease that pain of yours. Do something to help you cope with everything. Rather than make you even more confused with my presence. I'm still gonna give my 110% no matter how things look. I know I'm not gonna give up. No matter what. But.. When I'm in camp, and its time.. I'll know what to do. I suppose its for the better of things. I guess that okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... I hope I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8589378670263887894?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8589378670263887894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8589378670263887894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/04/signs-fates-definitely-laughing-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1501177559559265557</id><published>2011-04-23T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:13:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Does this give you an outbreak of constant pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It makes me disgusted and makes my stomach stir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't make out what it is chasing me from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm so tired of this conspiracy that's been inspecting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Take us away from the hammer and the anvil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Keep me from Hobson's choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I get so scared, that I could lose a friend so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now and again, my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My heart skips a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You think you see right through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Plotting your murder, teaching your students,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The art of breaking a friendship that's so innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Stabbing me one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Not taking any chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I must learn to love the sinner, hate the sin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1501177559559265557?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1501177559559265557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1501177559559265557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/04/does-this-give-you-outbreak-of-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1195382013659036686</id><published>2011-04-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:58:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sigh,   Why does it always end up this way? Why does it always that I  makes these chances seem so unimportant. Why? Why? I've given so much of  my time and effort so that you would see that this means the Whole  WORLD to me. I don't wanna lose you. Not again.. All I ever wanted was  appreciation, and to be loved. I may not be perfect in many ways but I  swear I'm trying my best to be the perfect one for you. Your so strong  now, easily able to be on your own, independent in your own way. Only to  be a stronger person. I respect that. It's my own loss that I couldn't  be good enough for you, couldn't be man enough for you, couldn't be as  faithful to you as you want me to be, couldn't be as gentlemanly as you  want me to be. Now I wonder, all alone.. Who am I gonna spend my joyous  occasions , my happy moments , my carefree days with ? If it's not with  you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Sorry for disappointing you, once again&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my very best to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DXjrbhr2mIU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1195382013659036686?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1195382013659036686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1195382013659036686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/04/sigh-why-does-it-always-end-up-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DXjrbhr2mIU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2561117929565388703</id><published>2011-03-27T11:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:51:19.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can feel your heartbeat, She said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Never felt so draggy to book out before. Knowing that she wont be in town to spent my weekends with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;My days in camp&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never felt so mundane before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;She's off to Cambodia for a school trip. Teaching kids over there the wonders of science&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Im already missing her the day she left. Sigh. Back to camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The usual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;run to improve my timing again and again trying to achieve that gold standard. Now that I'm in team silver, i feel there's more to prove and maintain for the whole section. Not that I was any lazy about it. But hey, at least there's something for me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The whole company just did our 16 km Route March.It wasn't that tiring of what i thought it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COULD&lt;/span&gt; be. It turned out pretty okay. Twas thinking of her the whole march. I don't wanna be a burden, i don't wanna be a liability, i don't wanna be a fat ass dude , i don't wanna let you down, i wanna be as fit as i can be. So that i would be able to carry you thru any hardships and protect you from anything nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left ya msg girl, on FB. I Hope you dont mind :). Your after all my motivation and why I'm training for :) I bloody hell missed your calls, PLEASE! like 3 times. You called me at odd hours, you silly girl. That is when im not in my Bunk. I check my phone every time i come back to my bed. Hoping that i'll be in time for your call. Well, When finally she did. While im making my way back from camp. That cute tone, that quirky chuckle. Makes it all worth while. Makes everything i trained for so damn AWESOME. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Earth Hour on Saturday, 8,30pm. Took a shower a few mins before that. put on some clothes. Grabbed my iphone and wallet. Took a long walk. Figured some time alone and away from computer would be nice. Apparently, Missing baby have never got this bad before. Maybe its because, it's been so long. Never this long.. sigh. Just to ease myself, i'm listening to her dubstep mixes. So i could imagine her dancing to it. Just like how she always does. Shaking her hair and being all hawtstuff. Just the way she always is :) Bought some sweets and snacks for book in. My section are allowed to bring in sweets. Coz we're the best section. HAHA! 10 IPPT Silvers in one section alone. Yours Truly is also in team silver. Now what i wanna concentrate on is to buff up my arms for baby and get my 6 packs. Gahhh so close yet so far away. After that's done. Went over to the physical fitness corner, STRENGTH TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Pull ups&lt;br /&gt;50 Wide Arm Push ups&lt;br /&gt;20 Triceps Extension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. 2 Sets of that. Till its 9.30pm then i slowly walked home. Cool down and slowly feeling my Arms Tightening up. NICEEEE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from babe, She's doing alright. Alot of drinking and smoking luh that silly girl. Nevertheless, she's doing fine. Spoke about time, having that freedom and being single. I'm not gonna argue with you about that. It is about your happiness and what makes you feel carefree. I'm not here to control ya. Just to make sure everything goes smoothly for you. I'll be right next to you whenever you want me to be. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. so i guess i gotta start packing. Its a Sunday, 3.47pm. Skies are dark. Guess its gonna rain. Not feeling exactly my best of moods. But i guess i just let it blow over. Till next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come home soon.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjCkB5cVWqU/TY7sKuIcAYI/AAAAAAAAAew/zAIkaAsRg80/s1600/164175_10150129411921041_710901040_8209793_1329261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjCkB5cVWqU/TY7sKuIcAYI/AAAAAAAAAew/zAIkaAsRg80/s320/164175_10150129411921041_710901040_8209793_1329261_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588663856539632002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2561117929565388703?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2561117929565388703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2561117929565388703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-feel-your-heartbeat-she-said.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjCkB5cVWqU/TY7sKuIcAYI/AAAAAAAAAew/zAIkaAsRg80/s72-c/164175_10150129411921041_710901040_8209793_1329261_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3515095494697276542</id><published>2011-02-27T14:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:46:46.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150110301123121"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150110301123121" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;heh heh! Balls scuffling with mommy's Tigger mouse. How cute! Spent time with this little bugger on this fine Sunday morning. He's getting old. Has a few growths here and there. But nonetheless. I love him as much as im in love with my phone :) There's So many things i wanna get, So little cash, so little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Green Lantern IPhone 4 Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Protein Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More Green Lantern Tees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fitting tees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More clothes that fits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Razor Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New Monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Speaking of which. I need to Save up for my block leave already. Heading to Thailand BAYBEH!. not exactly confirmed. But im planning for it to happen. Its gonna be the only time NSF can go overseas. So yea. Gonna renew my Passport and off i go. OF course saving it up for the trip itself is easier said than done. Next week's gonna be a long and draggy week. 2 Weeks in Tekong due to sit test. I gotta admit i was pretty devastated that i wasn't selected for SIT TEST. Of course not that I'm surprise or anything. Its only given to those who have Diploma or Higher Nitec. Well.. education is slapping me back in the face so hard now. I seriously don't wanna train so hard and lose so much weight, then eventually becoming a Storeman or driver. FREAKING WASTE of time. I shall analyze my options soon. After i got my awesome awesome bod down :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh Speaking of which i'm planning a getaway by the beach. Having some friends down. Just a small gathering. Its so gonna be awesome. I wanna take a break from all these training and army stuffs. WOOOOT! CANT WAIT :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be soo contactable this coming week&lt;br /&gt;*Evil Grins*&lt;br /&gt;Anything whats app me people. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3515095494697276542?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3515095494697276542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3515095494697276542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/02/heh-heh-balls-scuffling-with-mommys.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6659050441905443449</id><published>2011-02-20T12:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:55:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FSLPqU3o8s/TWC6OVoUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/YfoeSrmmKtU/s1600/175478_10150105380748121_576548120_6258009_7348225_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL0raxtx4gU/TWCj6nD2SVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6sPXqrP6WaQ/s1600/180485_10150105365108121_576548120_6257735_387632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL0raxtx4gU/TWCj6nD2SVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6sPXqrP6WaQ/s320/180485_10150105365108121_576548120_6257735_387632_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575636565997537618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtI5SokBbGQ/TWCa_Xad_3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/QVobBFLqT3k/s1600/181524_10150104869313121_576548120_6251692_629442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtI5SokBbGQ/TWCa_Xad_3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/QVobBFLqT3k/s320/181524_10150104869313121_576548120_6251692_629442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575626752092143474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkVFEFciivw/TWCfrLsT59I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Jv5m40FRfCQ/s1600/176338_10150105364188121_576548120_6257731_2960263_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkVFEFciivw/TWCfrLsT59I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Jv5m40FRfCQ/s320/176338_10150105364188121_576548120_6257731_2960263_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575631902906509266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4I07S2xNOg/TWC6eRN---I/AAAAAAAAAeo/8KebtdYcJ18/s1600/172625_10150105379518121_576548120_6257979_824460_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4I07S2xNOg/TWC6eRN---I/AAAAAAAAAeo/8KebtdYcJ18/s320/172625_10150105379518121_576548120_6257979_824460_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575661367865572322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FSLPqU3o8s/TWC6OVoUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/YfoeSrmmKtU/s1600/175478_10150105380748121_576548120_6258009_7348225_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FSLPqU3o8s/TWC6OVoUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/YfoeSrmmKtU/s320/175478_10150105380748121_576548120_6258009_7348225_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575661094171862914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh 6 packs, where are youu? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6659050441905443449?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6659050441905443449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6659050441905443449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL0raxtx4gU/TWCj6nD2SVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6sPXqrP6WaQ/s72-c/180485_10150105365108121_576548120_6257735_387632_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7295389254132678013</id><published>2011-02-06T00:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:34:34.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TU107qvf-7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/m3hHiiSF8i0/s1600/2011-02-05%2B21.47.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TU107qvf-7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/m3hHiiSF8i0/s400/2011-02-05%2B21.47.20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570236882561792946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay so i finally got this up. Was too lazy to be 'snapping' away. Maybe after i get my birthday present next week then i take more photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the Chinese New year holidays, Resting, Buffing up and Conditioning for step it up.  Running and keeping my cardio up and running during these few days. I gotta say training for pull ups isnt that easy as i thought it would. Did my best for the recent IPPT test but i still think i can do much better :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with zaf this morning. He was just having just moments with his ex gf. Affairs with the heart, as usual. He's Really taking it very hard. With his ex wanting some space and all that. Well.. im not saying i know best, but i had a talk with him and told him to give it a break. Take a rest and take a step back a bit. Let whatever happened blow off and then slowing talking again. Its really not nice to evesdrop but he twas on my computer. How can i NOT see with these eyes of mine =X. Anyhoots, Thats that, I cant foresee whatever is in store for him and his ex but i hope everything gonna turn out the way they want it to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas suppose to freaking get myself a SOLID cough syrup but Overwhelming crowds at yishun poly dragged the whole waiting line to 3 hours. I can forget about getting myself checked out for lung infected or Cough syrup :( Headed back home and got myself some rest before heading out for Dinner with Parents. :) Next stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TU2JODdmErI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T922dYSxKNo/s1600/Popeyes_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TU2JODdmErI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T922dYSxKNo/s400/Popeyes_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570259188667781810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super packed at airport today. Guess twas just dinner time. Got ourselves some seats. Got ourselves like a barrel load of food. Some Auspicious Family Meal. SUPER ALOT. but twas only me mom dad and ashraf. There were lotsa biscuits tho. I know she'll love it Freshly baked and hot :D Wasn't really my favorite part of the meal even tho she would feed me with it, but i rather feed her with it instead since she love it so much. Watching someone who enjoys whatever she eats does make me smile :) Speaking of which mom, loved the biscuits too. So i just randomly thought of you and i said. " Kakak, also loved this. She would so gobble down a few of this for us if she was around :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hearty Dinner CUM tmr's Breakfast. We're off home. While mommy and daddy were 'camwhore-ing' i was walking around with my Grass jelly soya milk fantasizing about my Birthday Present.Oh how would it be so AWESOME to just snap Pictures and just upload it on my FB. Like how everyone else is doing it now. YES IM OUTDATED AND SLOW. OH Speaking of which. I wanna get another Present for myself. Acoustic Guitar! I been dying to learn how to play this shit. but first i need to find a good spot to get one. GAHH! My cough is back. I guess i should get some rest. I sooo need to see the doc soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I missed everything  about you and the things we did,&lt;br /&gt;Your far away now. At least your happy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uxTDK1S5qJ0" width="400" frameborder="0" height="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7295389254132678013?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7295389254132678013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7295389254132678013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-so-i-finally-got-this-up.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TU107qvf-7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/m3hHiiSF8i0/s72-c/2011-02-05%2B21.47.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3299836554761291624</id><published>2011-02-04T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:26:26.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gawd im coughing so badd..&lt;br /&gt;i think i can literally feel my abs getting toned.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll just go to bed early tonight and go for a full body workout tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3299836554761291624?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3299836554761291624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3299836554761291624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/02/gawd-im-coughing-so-badd.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-976239241480881538</id><published>2011-01-30T11:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:44:57.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuddle Weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As and when you just feel like floating through the wind, not caring for anything else in the world. There's always a place you could reside in. Knowing that you'll be safe, carefree.. escaping from everything. Sad as it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe, but not everyone has the luxury to. Look around you. there are people around you who once felt what it was like to have arms around you on cold winter mornings, have hot chocolate in the morning or even have time just to snuggle up in bed and enjoying each others company&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, at least that's how it used to be&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now there's a lot of things i gotta adapt to and catch up on. well, lets get started for the week shall we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week things went pretty smoothly, just that there's things in my head still needs resolving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had problems falling asleep on one night. tossing and turning. Wondering if everything's alright. some kinda uneasy feeling till i just lost it. It's been awhile, but i just cant make out whats wrong? is it me? am i just too sentimental or sensitive about this. Then again i should be glad and happy. I guess its just me getting off of on one of my emotional side. well, whuts left of it that it. My Heart's in a good place and im glad :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of hearts, Its damn cold lately. Been raining non stop. The most irritating part is it keep raining on me whenever i wanna go jog. @!%#&amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;!%@&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Anyways, My tummy Inches has gone down like ALOTTT! Most of my pants dont fit anymore. I need to get more shorts from cotton on and some others from Topman. My BMI. Is like freaking 23.4 from a major 28.8. Definitely, the most slimmer and fitter me, my whole life. My Birthday's coming. WOOOT! Another birthday where i get myself something awesome. IPHONE 4 Like finally CAN!!. Next week a short week. Will be back in sunny Singapore on Wedne&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Counting down to NEW PHONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2CA2HdDj0Ys" width="400" frameborder="0" height="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-976239241480881538?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/976239241480881538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/976239241480881538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuddle-weather-as-and-when-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2CA2HdDj0Ys/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1997432398701404281</id><published>2011-01-23T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:02:59.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now i understand what true love really meant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1997432398701404281?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1997432398701404281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1997432398701404281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness-isnt-only-thing-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-692373855515641305</id><published>2011-01-16T17:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:40:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent the weekend pretty much relaxing and chilling. Had a good week of training so i suppose i gave myself a break and take it easy. Besides i was ' PEEELING ' my brain whut to get her. Sooo i figured a nice top would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. Headed on down to 3 one 3 Zara and shopped around. Firstly i was thinking of forever 21 and GOSH! 4 stories of clothes and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLS EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;. There i was walking around, having this clueless look on my face. Besides feeling LOST, i was really looking for a very nice top. There i found it, After going thru 4 stories of forever 21 i found one nice top from Zara -.- .  I wasen't sure if the bond i had with her was still there. There's this bond whenever we would go shopping together, we would see one top and we would like. " EHH!! THIS ONE NICE! "hahaha So basically that was whut i relied on. With that done. Time to find a nice box to fit it with. Not that far away. A nice small pink box with pretty pretty ribbon. Just what she would find nice. So voila with that done. Time to head on to BUGIS DC HEROES STORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much on impulse i bought 2 Limited Edition Green Lantern Tees. =X twas LIMITED EDITION. what you want me to do. And besides. The M was DAMN NICE fitting for my Bod now ;) Pictures will be up soon.  With that done, I need to go Book my iphone 4 soon. Birthday is next month. OHOH! i forgot to mention. Im heading down to step it up 2 BBOY JAM 2011 WOOOT WOOOT! its on the 12th Right after my bday. So why not. 602 COME BACK JAM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=192625890753936"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=192625890753936&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the link if you guys wanna check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be at Republic Polytechnic. (TRCC Dance Studio 1)&lt;br /&gt;12th February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay pretty much sums things up for the weekend. but last but not least i would like to give a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SHOUT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the ever so Beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;astura Mohtar&lt;/span&gt; who's Turning 19 Tmr. I'm sorry i wasent be able to pass you the present on your birthday itself. But i did it already EARLIER. and yeah. SURPRISE!! A new top from ZARA. I'm glad you loved it. HAHA! I just had to upload the latter photo. Looks to 'emo' look which is awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TTK7GeE39wI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XueO3oZ6saM/s1600/163444_489993924474_701504474_6169258_2752805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TTK7v1yRVwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/weh5CllGAQY/s1600/167672_489990984474_701504474_6169155_1323004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TTK7v1yRVwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/weh5CllGAQY/s400/167672_489990984474_701504474_6169155_1323004_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562714920322160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TTK753hEmAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/pB_IPjPlsqQ/s1600/163444_489993924474_701504474_6169258_2752805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TTK753hEmAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/pB_IPjPlsqQ/s400/163444_489993924474_701504474_6169258_2752805_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562715092585584642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A song for the beautiful girl who's turning 19 tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-692373855515641305?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/692373855515641305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/692373855515641305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-intentions.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TTK7v1yRVwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/weh5CllGAQY/s72-c/167672_489990984474_701504474_6169155_1323004_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5437518903703528526</id><published>2011-01-09T18:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:33:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW TOP NEW TOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickies Denton Sleeves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TSmNQNHJpuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I3eDoQsFKSk/s1600/32797-dickies-blouse-denton-starch-1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TSmNQNHJpuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I3eDoQsFKSk/s320/32797-dickies-blouse-denton-starch-1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560130524502664930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to my Clark Kent look :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM LATE FOR CAMP. Car waiting. enjoy the music video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5o8L-Or0O4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5o8L-Or0O4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Intention is only to help, to guide whenever you need it. Always be there for you. Have awesome birthday ahead.  Cheers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5437518903703528526?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5437518903703528526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5437518903703528526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-top-new-top.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TSmNQNHJpuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I3eDoQsFKSk/s72-c/32797-dickies-blouse-denton-starch-1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2482585041623022419</id><published>2011-01-02T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:01:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oh i so love this song. I been singing it in camp like so many effing times. I think by now my bunk mates think im doing vocal practice or even sick of me singing this. but i love it and im gonna share it anyways enjoy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkOv9B8mPCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkOv9B8mPCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors think&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when the stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light up my room&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the Moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm famous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know&lt;br /&gt;what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;someone's talking back&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're talking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;light up my room&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Ahh,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Ahh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever hear me calling?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every night&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2482585041623022419?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2482585041623022419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2482585041623022419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-i-so-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4636762971899438948</id><published>2011-01-01T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:10:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just Like any other new year,  Except somethings different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Suppose the New Year has Some people reaching for even greater heights or even more Dreams and goals to achieve. Well, That's good. I Suppose?. Long long holiday for me Since Last Wednesday. Had an awesome performance representing my Dragon Company in the celebrations for Christmas. I would say i was damn psyched for it. No doubt. Was Practicing hard for it. Even tho it was only 2 counts of 8 of me showing my skills in bboying :D Every time during practices, I have to miss my OTOT just so we could practice for the upcoming performance. Fear not, SHAR don't give up his trainings for anything. Even after practice, i would do my rounds around the hard court. Followed by some suicides and statics. Then, *Drum rolls* Break in the middle of the hard court. Oh hell yeah ! Solar Eclipse and also practice my sets. HAHA! I have the whole Dragon Company Watching me frm the top supporting me. Thanks guys. Really needed that :D One of my friends even shouted " He's from dragon company leh ! " i was like WTF. Coz i got people shouting . POWER LAH BOY. From other companies. LOL! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the whole celebrations at Tekong was awesome CAN!. the performers were like treated with a lot of respect and plus we are like the ambassadors for Dragon Company. Whenever there's performance we will like lead the cheers and keep cheering on and on. twas an awesome experience to be performing again. One by one performers from different company went on stage performing covers, Dances , and even Percussion plays. All were fantastic. I even found myself Singing my hearts out while watching the all the cover's being played. Maybe, if i could find the time, i'm gonna learn how to play guitar and sing those fantastic love songs just like how she did. Being Serenade... now thats a feeling i would die for by a beautiful angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing was making the day a dull was, At the start of the day i was having fever. YESSAA! what a let down. I  was having the ' weak feeling ' at the start of the day. Well.. as you know whatever happens, the show MUST go on. and Besides i wasn't gonna let anyone down, not when they have practice hard for it. So did i. After everything, i keep holding and not giving in to the weak feeling. When it was our turn to performance, I went all out giving it my best shot. OF course our whole dragon company was supporting us and laughing at our funny antics :D Only once we're booking out then i was starting to feel the strain of the pain in my head. My whole world started t spinn and i was feeling very week. was staggering home all the way back.. took my field pack off and landed flat on my bed. oh gawdd.. being sick alone isn't fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for new years resolutions and new years wishes or even happening events on the start of the new year? Nah not this time. Spend the time being online, helping Garena people  (yes i got no life) and playing with ballz (my hamster) believe or not. i was actually talking to him and playing with him. Was telling him that mommy isn't around anymore. mommy has a new friend. So whatever happens, daddy's gonna be with here no matter what okay? Check up on him whenever he needs extra food or attention. Now i feel like he's the only life i have left. sigh.. Other than that. My fitness comes first. Its the only thing that drives me nowadays besides talking to my locker at camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_IWRuryzaY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_IWRuryzaY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag floating through the wind, wanting to start again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin. like a house of cards, one blow from caving in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever feel, already buried deep, 6 feet under scream and no one seems to hear a thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4636762971899438948?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4636762971899438948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4636762971899438948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-like-any-other-new-year-except.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5254063263192781408</id><published>2010-12-25T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:41:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Week 3 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(20/12/2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;Was booking back in at the ferry terminal was i got an unexpected call. well hello there. Wanted her mp3 back and also her running shoes. awwww. its gonna be the last time i can blast music in my bunk but its okay. Shall find an alternative. I was worried she wanted to drop by with her boyfie to pick it up tho. =X At least i got to hear her voice. She even asked how i was doing :D anyhoots i still dont have an idea how i wanna explain to mom about this. I keep deflecting it whenever mommy ask about her. I just kept saying she's busy with work. I certainly dont want her to tell my mom. Dont want her to carry that kind of burden around. I shall do it soon. Dont wanna break my mom's heart but i gotta tell her someday. Till then i shall think a bout something and not lie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about today is that MY BMI from a 27 dropped to 25.88 which is CLOSE to acceptable weight. WOOOT! i also lost 5kg or so already. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning woke up cranky, Had to wait Stand damn long at the hard count coz there's some issues with the Sargent. Feeling damn restless, First activity was school run. All the BMT schools Running together close to only 3 clicks only i think. Didn't feel much. =X Obviously my Cardio improved but it can be even better. I need to do more Core exercises  and also lose my tummy then slowly IT WILL SHOW :) OTOT. CHIONG AHH! anyhoots, Ytd had OTOT DAMN SHIOK. i can feel the muscles growing and getting tighter. 3 sets of strength and abs training. this gonna sound crazy but i love aqua jogging. I don't know how to swim tho. but when i learn it. Its damn FUN. but fucking shag tho. feel like i ran 5 clicks after that aqua jog. Fuyoooo! at least its fun and keeps me occupied :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up for lunch, Smart 4 and still can pose infront of my locker. Asked her if it looks okay? LOL! i must be really losing it. But hey! She's my motivation no matter what happens and its slowly working. YEAH! I'm grateful for it then she'll ever know. Her Brown kebaya picture with green lenses. Oh how i wish i get to see her during that raya day which i missed. Just to tell her how beautiful she looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happily writing this, while my whole bunkmates are on the floor sleeping except me. HAHA! just dont feel like sleeping now so i shall write :D we're suppose to freaking clean the whole area can! What can i say we're FAT LAZY PEOPLE :) Oh yeah ! im listening to secondhand serenade while writing. Her mp3 Loaded it with awesome songs so my friends and i wont get bored during our cleaning times. Oh wait Blink 182 , I MISS YOU OH HELL YEAH ! *starts singing* Besides i gotta give her back her mp3 soon anyways :( her dad wants it back. I gotta get a new mp3 soon then Nano with screen maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had drills practice. Was helping my whole section with the commands and all till i got back-stabbed to lead the whole section. NICEEEEEEEEEE one guys ! -.- ' Its an honor actually. Like whut one of the SAF banners says, When opportunity arises, Take point, Take charge, Take the lead as the leader. CHEAHHHH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone's waking up now i gotta go. Cleaning time. till then tata ~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Week 3&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here i am writing again coz basically coz im bored and decided to post this up on my blog when i get back home. Had problems waking up in the morning today but turns out today activities quite slack. Aquajog , Aerobic Conditioning then later on we're having gym session. Oh Boy i so wanna increase my strength. So lacking in it compared to my section mates. But i gotta say our section is the fittest one. Oooh Guardian angel playing on my mp3.Speaking of which, we had our weight management talk today but our " Favourite " leftenan Krishan.  Basically whut he told us was how much weight we lost and who was losing alot. Jack my section mate has reached the acceptable weight. while i was the 3rd person with BMI 25 and below :( so close yet so far. Jack's Bmi is 24.8 another friend of mine is 25.68 while mine is 25.88 . So close.. Need to work and train harder. OHH! i saw this green lantern tee. Like whut i have but is washed out. I WANTTTTT shall go find it when i get back. hmmmm lets see if i can get a picture.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TRYEKLVaUuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SG8RRQn2vxU/s1600/distressed-green-lantern-logo-shirt-by-junk-food-t-shirt-80stees.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TRYEKLVaUuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SG8RRQn2vxU/s320/distressed-green-lantern-logo-shirt-by-junk-food-t-shirt-80stees.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554631763295884002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda gay pic. But with a nicer bod and this tee FUYOOO (Y). I have no idea but whenever during lunch and Tekong cookhouse serves Mushroom cream soup. its heavenly. Even with just bun bread. I WOULD GOBBLE EM ALL UP. YUMM YUMM. not to mentions i would even as my friends if they wanted the soup. GUILTY GLUTTON. I would so get the stare if she would to see this. =X Its actually lights out already 2215. but i just felt like scribbling some stuffs before i go to bed. Oh did i mention that i'm gonna perform for the whole of Tekong ! OH HELL YEAH! in front of  a few thousand people. I get the center stage for a few mins. WOOT! its so gonna be fun. I'm gonna go all out. Oh how i miss performing. and when i get the opportunity now i'm definitely not gonna take it lightly. It may not be a lot but i'm having fun. Had to miss a few OTOT tho coz of practices. My guys was like OTOT-ing and i wasn't there. Shall be back running with them in no time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after the first day of practice. we're back for the RO. The last meeting before we head back to our bunks. Our Sargents sabo-ed us to make us perform infront of the whole Dragon Company. Well.. we just sung with the guitar acoustics. Taufik Batisah Belaian Jiwa. FUCKING NICE SONG ! CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYBdRCw-oBg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYBdRCw-oBg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the song and done. I bust a seven to end the whole performance. HAHA! we got a nice applause by our company :D Gonna Practice more. In the mean time i'm gonna head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your the Reason why I'm performing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want that BBOY again you'll get it JEAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was awaken by a nightmare.. Didnt feel good the whole morning. On top of that today really didnt go very well. Woke up furious at her. but of course i wouldnt stay angry for so long. i felt bad and wanted to go apologise to her. Little did i realise i was in tekong and reality just Snapped back at me. I just went oh.. and sigh-ed. Feeling as bad as it is. I keep getting flashbacks the whole day. The scene where we're at this Religous fun camp. We're arguing the day before and slept on it. The morning i woke up. She woke me up on my bedside apologising to me and peck my cheek. SERIOUSLY how could i ever be mad at somebody so sweet as that. sigh..If its one thing that i ever want more for the new year , My birthday rather than IPHONE 4, Is a shot to Make it all right.. Treat her with more love, care and respect every girl could ever dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her Birthday's Coming up wonder how excited she is this year ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. Woke up damn Shag still but i dunno why. Reached home ytd got a quick text. Meet up with her to return her stuffs. Oh boy have she gotten more Prettier. :D Long hair already. We're catching up during the whole MRT trip. I do gotta say I'm so ashamed of my tan now :( HAHA! but all's good. OH YES! I bought 2 Awesome Printed Tees from her workplace which is awesome coz i can Fit S and M now with all the training i been thru. I GOT SKINNER. Thanks so much :) now the hard part is i gotta shop for more clothes since most of my clothes are bigger than they used to be. Shopped for a few more WHITE S TEE's OH YEAH!. super comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, when i thought this year christmas is gonna be lonesome and boring. Aunty Fiona called me and asked me how i was doing and wished me merry christmas. AWWWW how sweet &lt;3. She asked me to come over soon tho. bring gf and all. i was like OH OKAY. hahaha! Dunno whut to say to her tho. Isnt the first time. Mom asked me to bring her to KFC for dinner ytd. But i just deflected and said she had work. IM NOT LYING ! =X shall giver aunty fiona a visit soon. She's down with cough and flu :( Get well soon aunty fiona :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which , headed down to chevrons to get some PT kits. Man i didnt know where is where when i reach jurong interchange. Man this independent thingy is hard when i cant call anyone for help when im lost :( Had to get by around look at maps then got to chevrons. Twas raining and all i got drenched. All i had on was Black dickies and the Cotton on Tee i bought ytd. " Lost in Time " damn nice like band tee shall put up pictures soon. :D REACHED THERE. twas CLOSED FUCK IT. Headed on. Just when i thought its a damn christmas. I SAW A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL. i was like HEY!. She didnt see me tho. But oh well. Gave her a text. She was off to see her boyfie. They having issues or somewhat wasent sure. But hey, They gonna pull thru. No doubt about it. With she being stronger than before. There's no doubt she's gonna be fine no matter what :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitely a blessed Christmas &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5254063263192781408?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5254063263192781408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5254063263192781408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2010/12/flashbacks-week-3-day-1-20122010-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/TRYEKLVaUuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SG8RRQn2vxU/s72-c/distressed-green-lantern-logo-shirt-by-junk-food-t-shirt-80stees.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5356956848799994066</id><published>2010-12-19T16:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:03:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yo! It's Been 3 weeks or so? Ns life. Boring at this phase. Its the physical Phase. Not that I'm good at everything, Its just easy for me now. My Only concern is my pull ups Which i still cant do SHIT. Need to train myself for it. IPPT soon. =X Speaking of which.. Lazy eye condition got more obvious. For whatever reasons, I don't know. My Section mates obviously know about it but i choose to ignore but when they start making fun of me and asking me about it, I took it calm and told em everything. They even asked questions. How cute? Well.. that pretty much alottttt of my shoulders. Well if they can accept me for who i am, I wouldn't mind being a great help around. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nothing much lately actually. Same Cardio Training and also Strength training. I wanna get my abs by 19th week. wooot! Did Suicides and Abdominal Training on the hard court during OTOT last Thursday. Boy! I can feel em coming. I wanna lose my love handles then get an awesome Tattoo with her name by the love handle maybe? Or should i go for the temporary one just to see how it looks? hmmmm. Shall work out first then talk about the tattoos later on :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Christmas is coming next week. I heard our CSM looking for performers for the Christmas show. Hmmmmm Sounds interesting. Shall sign up for it. Hope there's even something for me to flaunt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Slowly and surely i get my motivation from you.. i cant stop talking to my locker everyday after i eat , dress up in my smart 4, or even ask how i look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Your an awesome inspiration.Thank you&lt;br /&gt;I will fulfill my promise to you soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5356956848799994066?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5356956848799994066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5356956848799994066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2010/12/yo-its-been-3-weeks-or-so-ns-life.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3464171006275419294</id><published>2010-12-12T08:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:03:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning ! :D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept pretty early had quite a night, Quite the shock also. I guess i was right all along.Well.. that was the era where i made sacrifices. I had to choose. But hey i guess, everything happens for a reason. Once i heard somebody powerful said  that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being bad is pretty darn easy, But being good is Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It got me thinking about my own morals and pretty much my own values. I'm already having this radical honesty going on. Which i think is awesome but people are gonna hate me for. But who cares,  i got nothing to lose anyways. Our 4th Anniversary is coming. 15 December. I wouldn't miss it for the WORLD, But sadly i have to serve my country. I thought Zoukout maybe we could spend sometime together for what its worth. but its okay your busy. I don't wanna be a hassle after everything. If your reading this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 4th Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go pack my Field pack. Gonna head back to camp later on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, I picked your favorite color :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3464171006275419294?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3464171006275419294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3464171006275419294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-d-slept-pretty-early-had-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8201099950833493560</id><published>2010-12-11T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:26:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH wow. How dead is this place. Obviously, I'm back from NS and boy was it an experience. Nothing significant in NS tho except that I'm darker.. i mean Tanner now. :) Well.. I made a promise to myself that i wont lie anymore. Here it is. Its over. She's Done with me. It's all my fault. My mistake and my actions that led to this. I really have no idea how the hell I'm gonna get thru this. Whatever i do. Wherever i go.. its with her. but now I'm all alone.Nobody to pour out my feelings to. Nobody to Go out shopping with. Nobody to help me check if my clothes fit when I'm looking for something for myself. nobody to confide to. I'm sorry blog for ignoring you but can i please have you to talk to again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm certainly not gonna lie like i mention above. Depression. It ain't pretty but its mild. Should i be thankful for it? I'm already grateful that i almost manage to go Zoukout with her this year. but turns out she has some last min plans. Its okay I understand. She has new priorities now. New boyfie, drives and also treats her well. I'm glad she's happy tho. No, really i am. I guess her healing was quicker than i thought it would. Guess I'm not so lucky. I gonna isolate my depression as much as i can. Whenever I'm alone. I'll get all this guilt, regrets and sad thoughts all over again. Like how Marti and Dan are friends no matter what and even tho I would never suffice to it. I wanna be thankful and Grateful for the past three years.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Marching in Tekong there's this song i would have goosebumps every time i sing it makes my depression urging to bulge out from my chest. Its awesome and makes me feel alive every time i shout it out i would reminisce&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldwind Blows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning march&lt;br /&gt;With a field pack on my back&lt;br /&gt;And an aching in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my body full of sweat&lt;br /&gt;I'm a long long way from home&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my lover so&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning march&lt;br /&gt;When the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;When the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;I know I know&lt;br /&gt;You have to go&lt;br /&gt;SO hurry back home&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8201099950833493560?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8201099950833493560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8201099950833493560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7408987396886049733</id><published>2009-03-31T17:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:40:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel like its just too much. Sometimes i feel like its not. But when it does, its epic. I dont know what i want now, moreover the things i want and would like for myself.. or best if you might say are distant. Uber mellow now. it suddenly rained. Am like listening to James Morrison - Please dont stop the rain. Suddenly super reminisce. As much as i dont like to dwell in the past, but my patience failed me yet again. Tho i've thrown Ego out of the window. Im still being targeted for my past mistakes. Sigghh.. Mistakes can be corrected but not erased or forgotten. Since you put it that way. I shall be on my way. I wont look back anymore. Im TORN apart as it is with those words you said. I've made mistakes and failed once or twice along the way. But since you brought up my failures like that.. i have no say. I Never did scold you names, Insulted you badly or even backstabbed you in anyway. Things that were meant to be between is, you told pubilcly, Embarassed me, called me names and backstabbed me.. i really dont deserve this. As much as i failed you yet again. sigh...  Have fun in poly. GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;James Morrison - Please Dont Stop The Rain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTjPSACyzSQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTjPSACyzSQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7408987396886049733?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7408987396886049733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7408987396886049733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-feel-like-its-just-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1398376994185406605</id><published>2008-10-07T18:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:05:58.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Math Math Math&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Currently listening to - Collide (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths maths maths. That's what i've been trying to figure out,understand and mugg soo intenstively now. Its not easy i must say. As honest, I suck at it. Well.. No point complaining ( which  i did for dunno how many years ) its not gonna help me pass and get into poly anyway. What i can do now, I'll try my best. Like how i should. Went over to school today for combined Humanities. Sometimes i just concentrate. Besides irritating black boy beside me and the super noisy class. There still somethings i just cant figure out TILL NOW. Oh boy! i wonder. When izzit EVER gonna be easy for me? Or am i gonna be always be waiting for everything and anything for that matter. Wait till i have not much time left. I'll still be waiting.  Sometimes other just dont understand why patient people get ticked off when they are told to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough. I dont wanna get EMO now. its just gonna taint my blog with all my pass 'emo' scenes. But i must admit. Im softer and sensative now. I dont mind or blame anyone for that matter. Coz i was just trying to understand more about others. Sadly, it wasent enough or even i didnt even try to understand myself fully first. That's the thing about me. I've always put others first before myself. Okay okay. I think that's about enough of MYSELF. Lets move on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long 1 and a half hour of Combined Humanities. It was recess. Aslam was asking me to stay with him for his math lesson then we can go get this so call 'latest' soccer game luh we've been wanting to play. So i could just copy then burn. heh heh! so I DID. Went to aslam's math class. It was fun actually. Mrs Leong was super fun. HAHA! i never thought it would be fun. Oh well. She went over the basics and i could UNDERSTAND. OMG! UNDERSTAND MATH. I SHOULD GET AN AWARD FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBEST STUDENT IN MATH UNDERSTANDS IT.....&lt;br /&gt;FINALLLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay! Calm down now. Me being there was like amongst the best. Tho not a lot of people turned up. But it was fun eh. after schoool. Aslam came over bought some movies and games from me then he gotta chao home. He asked me for help on his mom's wedding on sunday. I mean help on saturday and each will be given $20. Its at Fort canning Park. that should be interesting.  He owes me $18 and then later get 20 bucks and then farhan owes me $28. Maybe im finally gonna get that dickies stuffs i wanted yea? Oh well. I gotta pay my bills first. not being able to text or call babe most of the time reduced my bill tremendously. Not that i prefer it that way. But i do miss her. but what to do. Im just a friend now. I thought i've learnt my lesson. but i was wrong. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Seriously having mixed feelings now. I guess i'll just leave it be. I cant do much anyways. Shall study math now. I hope my phone rings tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only do so much as your friend. But as your Companion, I can do wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHEEERS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1398376994185406605?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1398376994185406605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1398376994185406605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/10/math-math-math-currently-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6636969587494926362</id><published>2008-10-05T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:25:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Okay its been awhile. But oh well. Just polish up here and jot down some stuffs. O's are like around the corner and im kinda trouble. OKAY! IM SORRY blog i havent been talking to you but i was just busy. Dont mind me ranting out my stuffs here okay? Just went for Jogs this weekend and yea.. just train myself for the bod that i want. I can feel it working. But i still neeed much more training. Maths been pretty hard on me. I just dont understand shit about it. sigh.. I just want a C6 at least and im super happy. I do wanna get into a nice poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i go, or where i land dosent really matter to me. To me its the effort that counts. Wherever life takes me or whatever route i may take. I know im gonna put my best effort it in and provide the best of myself for my future family financially and i dont want em to suffer. It may take awhile but i will work it out. Im good at that(: soo yea. Im just messed up, heartbroken actually. But what can i do. i got nothing else to hold on to except myself, Math and trainings to motivate myself. I just dont know where to get the motivation and inspration nowadays. Best of luck to me. and to who ever  is taking O's This year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'ll leave with a nice song that somehow represent how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;In need of something and 'lost' what i loved and cared so much for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SOiEjUJ0_OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/48QmEpq1Qik/s1600-h/__Little_Soldier_Boy___by_Golden_Flute.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SOiEjUJ0_OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/48QmEpq1Qik/s400/__Little_Soldier_Boy___by_Golden_Flute.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253594707567901922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-iRaVxw4w8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-iRaVxw4w8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6636969587494926362?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6636969587494926362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6636969587494926362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-okay-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SOiEjUJ0_OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/48QmEpq1Qik/s72-c/__Little_Soldier_Boy___by_Golden_Flute.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3466904471743558229</id><published>2008-04-26T12:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:25:33.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delete'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: The artist in the ambulance - Thrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hello there, Its a Saturday. My resting day. But yet i woke up not feeling so good. So decided to take a breather and go for my jog. Weather was pretty okay luh. Typical singapore sunny weather. Its was like 11 when i left so yea. Made my normal routine track all over khatib then yishun park. Its beautiful in the morning. I gotta say i did sweat a couple of times. But nature has its way of cooling me down. Was sitting down at the sit-up bench and idling. Those sit-ups are really working. I can feel it. Now there's no more excuses to miss my personal trainings anymore. I hardly know where i get my motivation anymore. Sometimes, i think my jog is my only escape from madness. But oh well.. I've paid for my O' level fees... ON MY OWN. Dad was problematic as usual and i usually have to deal with it. I used my $100 note that i was keeping for lifesavings which i got from the Sultan of Brunei. which he single handedly gave me $200 for my services. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOOOHHH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now that's A lot off my shoulders. A FREAKIN $274 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLD HARD CASH&lt;/span&gt; gone in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; its okay. Its for a good cause. I gotta keep telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go game abit then start on my revisions. Wanna go BBALL later too. so yea GOTTA GO. Like how Australians like to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEERIOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEERS MATE!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3466904471743558229?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3466904471743558229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3466904471743558229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-outside-my-window-falling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4295007426289532853</id><published>2008-04-20T01:13:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:30:24.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delete'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you stay awake for me?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i've been busy lately, and have no time to blog. So here it is... TAADAAAA! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAopuKzmqtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L3QI0yY6HEY/s1600-h/saosin-saosin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAopuKzmqtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L3QI0yY6HEY/s320/saosin-saosin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191007393649437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! not just that. HAHA! I have the sudden craze for SAOSIN luh! Actually it was coz i saw this SAOSIN tee. I guess its an old one. But like... COOL LUH! HAHA! soo yess i've changed my HP wallpaper to that too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soooo.. Speech day recently was dope. got my award for BEST SCIENCE 07' (Phy/chem) WOOT! was on stage to receive the award. On the way down was a long walk back to my seat. On the way back, Mr chia, Mr Ng Yew Long and also Mr Anith SHOOK my hands and congratulate me. I feel soo HONOURED CAN! After that, there was this play put up by our school's drama club. I gotta say, it was GOOD(: After everything was done, DINNER TIME. Free dinner reception for the prize winners and some others laaa.. SO i was with harina, WOO jia yi and Ama. Nadia was around so was aslam. They went my house and chill after that. Use comp and all. HAHAHA! KECOH LAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoypazmquI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-FfZ_uJLB68/s1600-h/DSC02959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoypazmquI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-FfZ_uJLB68/s320/DSC02959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191017207649708770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoypazmqvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QfzaRJ1eXrM/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoypazmqvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QfzaRJ1eXrM/s320/DSC02962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191017207649708786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoypqzmqwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3-IL9NMAHyk/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoypqzmqwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3-IL9NMAHyk/s320/DSC02963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191017211944676098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoyp6zmqxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fdo35DutRWM/s1600-h/DSC02957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoyp6zmqxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fdo35DutRWM/s320/DSC02957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191017216239643410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoyqKzmqyI/AAAAAAAAARA/3K30MFpPOJ4/s1600-h/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAoyqKzmqyI/AAAAAAAAARA/3K30MFpPOJ4/s320/DSC02964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191017220534610722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part... THE NEXT DAY WAS SENTOSA DAY! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed and slept for only a few hours and so we went to sentosa. Quite kecoh laa. There was Me , my girlfriend, afian , zul , zafri , rasheed , rauf and zaf's Cousins. Was super fun. Bought like a volleyball and i also bought booboo a Swimming suit. A cute Orange Tank-top alike and swimming bottoms with orangey colour. Then we wanted to proceed, But it rained like mad and booboo and me gotta like run in the rain and find the rest places to find shelter. Ran back and told the rest where it was. And SAFE! MORE VOLLEYBALL PLAYING AFTER THEN. tho our swimming time was cut into half as it was raining and we could get into the water untill 1.40. Some lightning thingy. So yea, we went early but played volleyball most of the time. Sentosa was alright. Everybody had their fun and all. And im already missing VOLLEYBALL :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved Aslam's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SPECS&lt;br /&gt;from the sea when he dropped it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YAY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU OWE ME DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! and today i had a blast. Meet up with booboo early in the morning. She was supposed to go for SS class but overslept again. HAHA! so meet up with booobooo around 10 something then we headed to VELOCITY! We were all searching for this AUSSIE shop called cotton on. Babe wants to find some good clothes there. Eventually she did. i shall post em HOT PICTURES up after this. So yess she camwhore-ed in the changing room AND DAMNN SHE'S LOOKING FINE! =X HAHAHA! then next up we're supposed to meet up with her eldest sister cos she needs some help with meeting some ebay lady coz she's buying SIM's expansion pack from her. SIMS CRAZY PEOPLE. I SHALL STAY AWAY. HAHAHAHA! soo yea. Then babe told me they meeting for lunch at delifrance. I was like WTF her mom was there and all. PAI SEH LAA! after much 'persuasion' i did go ahead. But i had money problems soo yea. Went there with a dumb face and babe's mom treated us lunch. wanted to chipped in tho but she didnt allow. Was damn pai seh laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe's Eldest sister has the lappy that i wanted laaa. But mine's with camera and is not AMD TURION processor. HAHAHAH YAY! That's like next month on the 21. LAPPY HERE I COME!. OKAY OKAY! so we meet the lady who's selling Marsyita her games. It turned out to be a mother. A malay tudung mother. CRAZY I KNOW! HAHAHHA after that she left and marsyita wanted to go home and play so mee and booboo went to esplanade and had One of the nicest talks EVER!  yaaaa. Booboo was explaining and being honest with me about a couple of stuffs. Which im proud of her(: I LOVE YAA BABE!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAo5lazmq7I/AAAAAAAAASI/7S93I91RUL8/s1600-h/19042008656.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4295007426289532853?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4295007426289532853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4295007426289532853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/04/would-you-stay-awake-for-me-okay-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SAopuKzmqtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L3QI0yY6HEY/s72-c/saosin-saosin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1069847238819306009</id><published>2008-04-08T22:17:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:15:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thunderstorms can never stop me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;chool's been pretty much a bore. Gotta retest on my running as it was SUPER sucky. Im getting fat luh. Im soo am working it out. Those flabby FLABS. School today started off with maths. What a way to start the day. lazy as usual. Mother lesson did went by like a breeze. Was talking to rizzuan, haizel, aslam and a few others. and Rizzuan gave me the idea of playing X MEN II on psp and we WI-FI play. SIALLAAA! SHIOK! and after much talking, I made plans for this friday. Im not going to school but go for SPEECH DAY of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;GAMING PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY MORNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-MEN LEGENDS II ( 4 players ) PS2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALO 3 ( 3 players )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD OF WAR II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S it. Im like already PSYCHED and so are the rest of the guys. HAHAHAHA! PLUS PLUS! the next day SENTOSA! HUAAAK! * BACKFLIPS * Exciting week. But for now gotta study study study first. As you all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; know, Im getting the prize for the BEST SCIENCE STUDENT 07' * (PHY/CHEM) YEAH!!! BALLZXZX. And soo after that much exciting MT lesson. RECESS!. stayed in 5N1 class to talk and chill. Was chatting with the people there. Well, Shannon did say that some of the people from the other sec 5 classes should be in 5N1 and some from here should go there.AND HE POINTED OUT TO ME! WTH. Was flattered actually. But no one noticed. HAHA! TOUCHED LOR! Okay and soo i was telling everyone about aslam's PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aslam was those kinda kids who WORE. TUCKED in tee shirt,HIGH SHORTS and a small LITTLE HANKY stuck on the pants. AWWWWWWWWW. SOO CUTE RIGHT? Then comes the unexpected part. This friend of mine. who is like soso innocent looking WAS THE BIG BULLY!. He would like SPEAK aslam when he was crossing the road and pull of some wrestling stunts on HIM. They sorta like AMBUSH him. Not one but THREE people on 1. HAHAHA! EVIL SIAAAA!. They would always bully him and played wrestling with him. with or without aslam's consent. HAHAHA! They even bloody fractured his leg TWICE!. HAHAHA! Bloody big bully sia haizel. I didnt expect him to be a big bully. HAHAHA! but the funniest of all is ASLAM. Just immagine. Tucked in tee, high shorts and small hanky by the side. HAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Mr Chia's Swensen's Treat&lt;br /&gt; is postponed to tmr (9th april)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are going,&lt;br /&gt;its 4pm @ Yishun's Swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R_uE1mcEqAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-pcnmEY0ltY/s1600-h/Image1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R_uE1mcEqAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-pcnmEY0ltY/s320/Image1194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186885452233484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BIG NOSE FELLA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1069847238819306009?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1069847238819306009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1069847238819306009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/04/thunderstorms-can-never-stop-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R_uE1mcEqAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-pcnmEY0ltY/s72-c/Image1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6347672270848139445</id><published>2008-04-06T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:25:33.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delete'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is here and me and booboo meet up for some study. Did somewhat of study. Tho i wasent in the mood. Eventually we went for A FOOD HUNTING SPREE. The pasar malam near booboo's place was dope LUH! We bought like RAMLY. And sat near booboo's PLace and DEVOUR the burger.  Me Underdress, Baby was like all DRESSED up in this pretty pretty brown dress. We dontt care. We ate the burger like messy-ly HAHA! like what baby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who care about how they look when their eating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UP YOURS! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You should've seen how we ate. Obiviously I was the messier one. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA TRIP NEXT SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARLY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6347672270848139445?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6347672270848139445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6347672270848139445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-saturday-is-here-and-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-9119529388643537251</id><published>2008-04-01T23:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:25:33.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delete'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLOOOO! (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;As you can see, We have a visitor here. As and always will be part of the family. WELCOME TO MY BLOG BOOBOO!(: Everything is still not in place yet. With more touch ups and ideas to make it look nicer. It should be ready soon. soo yea. Do check back(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today i had NAFA test was dissapointing much. Scraped thru and got GOLD tho. Was really trying my very best to get 251cm for the Standing broad jump. But i only manged to get 249cm. GRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im gonna have a pretty long day tmr. With school ending at 4. Followed by Speech day rehersals and also meeting booboo before night classes. MAN! i think i should like sleep already. its like 11.30 now. Shall do a reflection on BOOBOO's Post tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yess! Hello to all of Mastura's FRIENDS. IM HER BOYFRIEND :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;GOODNIGHT!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;P.S: GOD OF WAR 2 IS SOO TEMPTING ME TO PLAY IT! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R_JT82cEp_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/1eAi_6n7oFg/s1600-h/cover_7ac2ded519907f8cd706cd4fb965fc7d_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R_JT82cEp_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/1eAi_6n7oFg/s400/cover_7ac2ded519907f8cd706cd4fb965fc7d_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184298425927378930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-9119529388643537251?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/9119529388643537251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/9119529388643537251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/04/helloooo-as-you-can-see-we-have-visitor.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R_JT82cEp_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/1eAi_6n7oFg/s72-c/cover_7ac2ded519907f8cd706cd4fb965fc7d_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8285352936034388511</id><published>2008-03-21T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:19:16.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steady feet don't fail me now...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KhkGcEp4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UnS-uDw8Hlo/s1600-h/red+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KhkGcEp4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UnS-uDw8Hlo/s400/red+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179880163005212546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This would be that one of the days where i wonder. How the hell can i juggle so many things with so little time. &lt;s&gt;As you know&lt;/s&gt; OKAY you dont. coz i dont say out much. Im back to working and hafta pay for my O level Fees.(most prolly school fees too and my handphone bill) Plus i do gotta juggle with meeting my gf and trying my very best not to make her feel bad when im not around. On top of that, whenever she misses me at work i feel bad. Its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; crucial year and i dont wanna have any drastic changes as it will definitely affect our studies. Im taking my own time to try to plan everything perfectly so nothing screws up. But if it does. Im in more DEEP SHIT than anyone can ever handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. I &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; AM hard to understand with all the stuffs i have to settle. Honestly, im like robbed of my FUN and PLAYFUL childhood and also teenage years.BUT what the heck. It can also be a way to prepare myself for the REAL WORLD out there. I shall take it optimistically. Tho sometimes i think all this are like TESTING me in a way. The anger that i stored inside for soo long just waiting to come out and is soo SCARY for even myself. I dont one anyone to get hurt. Why do you think, Im always the loner kid at the back of the class studying alone and stays in class everytime to study? I dont have the time to take a break like you fortunate people out there. I wont say my parents are shit. Its just excuses. The REAL SHIT QUESTION is what are you gonna do about it when they are like that? I know myself FIRST HAND that i can never depend on them for things that are important to me. So im just planning ahead, just incase they tried to delay in paying my fees that will soo land me in soo much trouble. They wont know what. They not taking the FREAKING exam. what do THEY know. They dont know how important it is. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-K4lGcEp8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/E940WwOEB3A/s1600-h/363018879_de383fe2a2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-K4lGcEp8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/E940WwOEB3A/s400/363018879_de383fe2a2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179905468952520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KrRmcEp6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ykFqSX_XzDw/s1600-h/apple-iphone-keyboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KrRmcEp6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ykFqSX_XzDw/s400/apple-iphone-keyboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179890840293910434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KrR2cEp7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/9kGYP0QA8Ug/s1600-h/mint-green-psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KrR2cEp7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/9kGYP0QA8Ug/s400/mint-green-psp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179890844588877746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have to wait. SORRY SHAR! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8285352936034388511?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8285352936034388511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8285352936034388511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/03/steady-feet-dont-fail-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R-KhkGcEp4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UnS-uDw8Hlo/s72-c/red+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-666617606189792537</id><published>2008-03-14T01:44:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:51:02.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Backk!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9lqH4icdxI/AAAAAAAAANY/lsW_vFeb36Y/s1600-h/06032008590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9lqH4icdxI/AAAAAAAAANY/lsW_vFeb36Y/s400/06032008590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177285930307581714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay so things are pretty much busy these days. Was helping babe with her cheer leading squad. That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; reason why im too lazy to blog. Another was, I'm back to being a bellboy. So yeap. Work, studies and also spending time with girlfriend. Its a lot of things to juggle. But I'm managing fine. O levels are scaring the shit out of me. The feeling just all came back when i started doing my math just a few mins ago. Well, What i believe is that. CONSISTENCY and a lot of revisions, It wont be THAT hard but still manageable yea?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;OKAY OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; i actually got really nothing much to say. shall let some pictures and videos tell the whole story yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't think your bothered by this explanation but I'm gonna to anyways. Your pissed at me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. I'm sorry. The bus was late to the interchange and i got home slightly later which eventually lead to me waking up later. I'm sorry boo. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Videos Videos Videos!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwVKpPic-bY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwVKpPic-bY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="320" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhhUplw2n6Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhhUplw2n6Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="320" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scHHD9JqtAo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/scHHD9JqtAo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="320" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBw_uzGK6jc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBw_uzGK6jc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="320" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pictures!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9lzooicdyI/AAAAAAAAANg/0D2lTTwuDz0/s1600-h/13032008602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9l0Woicd6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/LkwVL8eseXU/s400/02012008520+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177297178826930082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9l0W4icd7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TvNlptMb_WM/s1600-h/02012008521+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9l0W4icd7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TvNlptMb_WM/s400/02012008521+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177297183121897394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9l044icd8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1y5aTxLeY24/s1600-h/06032008592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9l044icd8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/1y5aTxLeY24/s400/06032008592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177297767237449666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-666617606189792537?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/666617606189792537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/666617606189792537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/03/backk-okay-so-things-are-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R9lqH4icdxI/AAAAAAAAANY/lsW_vFeb36Y/s72-c/06032008590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5492735562791016867</id><published>2008-02-28T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:22:55.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hylp46QnGuc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hylp46QnGuc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT'S A BLOOD RUSH I HAVENT HAD IN MONTHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5492735562791016867?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5492735562791016867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5492735562791016867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-thats-blood-rush-i-havent-had-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4312951334889892033</id><published>2008-02-17T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:55:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real quick summary about this movie. this dude got rejected from all other collages and was left with a thin hope of going anywhere. Then he got this idea of making his own school. Got a friend who's a computer nerd and made a website of the school which was fake to fool the his parents into believing that he got into somewhere. He even got a lease for a abandon hospital as the school premises. To his horror, the website fool more than his parents. It fooled every kids parents who were sent them there. Everyone was soo happy that they got into somewhere but somewhere near the end were battling the odds of accusations of fraud. As much as its all fun and pleasure there. The kids have no where to go but have THAT desire to learn and survive the world out there. The world out there is as real as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They learnt the values of life and how hard it is to survive in this world and it really moved me. The main actor of this movie had this girl (as always) she said that whoever you are and whatever you did it all matter when you have the desire, passion for what you do. The touching part is that she believed him and stay with him through everything tho she did left him for a while. After she heard what he said at the hearing to NOT STOP the school. She got touched by him. It was really moving. FUCKING HELL, IT MOVED ME TILL MY BODY WAS FUZZY. its a damn good show. im downloading it now as i speak. oh well, always believe in yourself. thats always be good for yourself whatever,wherever and whenever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes alright. Im going out to study then town to look for my stuffs i wanna get. Here's pictures of em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e63wlosxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TiVQ112soCc/s1600-h/83L10RCHR_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e63wlosxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TiVQ112soCc/s400/83L10RCHR_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804564529263378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e64AlosyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MMPb7KbBCqs/s1600-h/83L29RNAV_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e64AlosyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MMPb7KbBCqs/s400/83L29RNAV_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804568824230690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e64AloszI/AAAAAAAAANA/M4cNRwiH0TY/s1600-h/20060918-dublin_green2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e64AloszI/AAAAAAAAANA/M4cNRwiH0TY/s400/20060918-dublin_green2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804568824230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e64Qlos0I/AAAAAAAAANI/C1PAysNnAb8/s1600-h/2677602-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e64Qlos0I/AAAAAAAAANI/C1PAysNnAb8/s400/2677602-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804573119198018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.  i hope i see you soon GREEN N70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4312951334889892033?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4312951334889892033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4312951334889892033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/accepted-real-quick-summary-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R7e63wlosxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TiVQ112soCc/s72-c/83L10RCHR_normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5379441664968193369</id><published>2008-02-17T02:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:52:18.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im in self-denial that im turning to senses fail for medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5379441664968193369?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5379441664968193369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5379441664968193369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-in-self-denial-that-im-turning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6303597724404445463</id><published>2008-02-14T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:48:56.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Just talk yourself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; And tear yourself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You've hit your one wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Now find a way around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Well what's the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You've got a lot of nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; So what did you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; So what did you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You never wanted to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I'm not so naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; My sorry eyes can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; The way you fight shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Of almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Well, if you give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You'll get what you deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; So what did you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; So what did you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; No you can't run away, no you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You never wanted to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You were finished long before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; We had even seen the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Why don't you stand up, be a man about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Fight with your bare hands about it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You never wanted to stay well did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; You never wanted to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6303597724404445463?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6303597724404445463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6303597724404445463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-pessimist-im-pretty-optimistic-just.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2403545439704979969</id><published>2008-02-13T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:50:04.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its just soo unfair and hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST MIN&lt;/span&gt; changes really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCK&lt;/span&gt; i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2403545439704979969?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2403545439704979969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2403545439704979969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-just-soo-unfair-and-hard-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-457864938639005139</id><published>2008-02-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:02:26.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-457864938639005139?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/457864938639005139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/457864938639005139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-12am-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-920049351237322625</id><published>2008-02-08T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:49:37.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss youuuu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello there. CNY holidays has been boring so far. i've been at home and MUGGING plus Im missing baby. But she's busy over there. so what the heck. Im here alone. Soooo, Maybe a Song shall tell you and let you feel what i feel now(: I miss you soo much baby. Corny as it may seems its a chris brown song. Its Getting even common and overrated. As we speak, People are putting the lyrics as  their Nicknames in msn. Soo yea. Before it GETS TOO COMMON. I will publish this now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="310" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqumjziPTzk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqumjziPTzk=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="310" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="310" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqumjziPTzk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqumjziPTzk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="310" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;" id="songlyrics"&gt;I need you boo, (oh)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo (hey)&lt;br /&gt;And the hearts all over the world tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Little mama,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you're a stunner&lt;br /&gt;Hot... little figure,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're a winner&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad to be yours,&lt;br /&gt;You're a class all your own&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, little cutie&lt;br /&gt;When... you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I swear... the whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're my sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm so glad that you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are one of a kind and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You mean to me&lt;br /&gt;What I mean to you and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is nothing we won't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause if I got you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't need money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't need cars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl, you're my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm into you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one else would do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'cause with every kiss and every hug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me fall in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I know I can't be the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bet there heart's all over the world tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the love of they life who feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I feel when I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there's no one left then,&lt;br /&gt;You're like Jordans on Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have you and I cannot wait now,&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Little shawty,&lt;br /&gt;Say you care for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I care for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know... that I'll be true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know that I won't lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know that I would try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be your everything... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;'cause if I got you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need money,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need cars,&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my all.&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge 2]&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;Will never try to deny,&lt;br /&gt;That you're my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;'cause if you ever let me go,&lt;br /&gt;I would die...&lt;br /&gt;So I won't front,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another woman,&lt;br /&gt;I just need your all and nothing,&lt;br /&gt;'cause if I got that,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, you're the best part of my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you boo,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And the hearts all over the world tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts all over the world tonight [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Woo Oh... Yeah&lt;br /&gt;They need it boo,&lt;br /&gt;They gotta see their boo,&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts all over the world tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts all over the world tonight [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Girl...&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-920049351237322625?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/920049351237322625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/920049351237322625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-youuuu-well-hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5660307015686840816</id><published>2008-02-07T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:07:35.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holidays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;Its not even a day yet and i miss babe effing much already. She just left for PERTH today at 8pm and will be there for a week till next weds. She's gonna miss my burpday tho. But she said she'll get me something nice(: Its the Chinese new year Holidays and i wanna start on my homework early. So i too can enjoy the holidays. Borrowed HALO 3 From matty so HOPEFULLY the holidays dont suck TOO BAD(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR PEOPLE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5660307015686840816?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5660307015686840816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5660307015686840816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/holidays-its-not-even-day-yet-and-i_07.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-5292397816049627506</id><published>2008-01-29T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:47:26.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The world is real, and it aint pretty.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O levels results Jolted me. Im Pretty much worried and should i say scared for it. My maths aint good at all, but i swear im trying to work on it. Pretty boring life. Now with much problems in my mind at home. I don't think there's anything else that's WORST-ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pretty much im just doing these few stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;after school hit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;GYM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get changed and meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home get some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up and do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;REVISIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe's gonna be away for a week. She's leaving for Perth on the 6th. Going back there to get some of her eldest sister's stuffs. Well, my birthday's coming up. Sadly, babe wont be able to catch it =( I'm going for this blood donation drive in my school. Bet you fellas know what's that about eh? Its just a day or two after my birthday so yea. What a way to spend my birthday?. And i cant get my iphone just yet. Its not out in SG yet. The ones in the market now are 'complicated' so, I'll just wait for the official one to drop to SG. well till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to keep on waiting a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and btw, I've changed my number.&lt;br /&gt;Tag me here if your not updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R6G1K8pPtNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/44rToeqasY8/s1600-h/thomasjane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R6G1K8pPtNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/44rToeqasY8/s400/thomasjane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161605847625741522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I soo wanna fuckin' look like that for babe! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-5292397816049627506?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5292397816049627506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/5292397816049627506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-is-real-and-it-aint-pretty_1374.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R6G1K8pPtNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/44rToeqasY8/s72-c/thomasjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7629071222538675990</id><published>2008-01-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:22:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's IT! I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents are being fucked up and its too a point where i cant take it anymore. They dont give me pocket money. The dont fucking pay for my school books and HELL would i know if they're gonna pay for my O levels and school FEEs!!?!?!. Its baby's birthday today and i really wanna wish her  A VERY HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN! and im sorry you got scolding from your mom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was As shitty as ever with Family problems on my mind, its harder and harder for me to study. BUT I MUST. I WANNA FUCKING MOVE OUT FROM THIS FUCKING FAMILY. My dad was all mad at me coz i spend like alot to get a psp for baby and WTF he made my mom call baby's mom to complain that i've been neglecting the family and she wants all the stuff i gave her back. so yea. FROM NOW ONWARDS, I DONT HAVE A MOM NOR A DAD!. Im gonna work to pay for my own stuffs. ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I CANNNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE I FEEL LIKE RUNNING AWAY NOW! BUT WHERE CAN I GO. I HAVE LIKE SOO MANY THINGS I NEED TO GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!  So baby's gonna go perth on my burpday. :( and now that my father is like threatening to cut my internet and all and take my line away. i think im gonna just rot and die. I cannot keep in contact with baby during my burpday. Another lonely and quiet burpday is gonna pass this year. baby was telling me that she got nice presents from her sisters all made me jealoous. when all i get for my burpday is just wishes and more good luck wishes. SHEESH. im feeling bad as it is. i dunon what to say or think already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the last of my post, so be it. Father said he wanna cut the internet and yeaa Worst when it comes to baby moving away... urgghhh why must it bee sooo fucking hard for mee. I should've hid the PSP like baby told me to. Its all my fault. EVERYTHING MY FAULT. i should be blame for this. I should get the punishment or whatsoever. NOT HER. its her burpday today SOO FUCKING SPARE HER!. urrrgghh! i  cannot take it anymore. im gonna live on my own now. tho its not my house. im gonna just go to school. work on friday and saturday. hopefully sunday too and also WORK HARD FOR MY O's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be the last few days i will be online and yea. im gonna get a new number. the 93254012 shall be taken from me. SO if there's anything. just gimme a mail or whatsoever. IM GONNA CHANGE MY NUMBER. SHALL UPDATE YOU PEOPLE ON THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care people.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your life.&lt;br /&gt;Dont be like me.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, thanks blog for listening.&lt;br /&gt;and whoever is reading this right now.&lt;br /&gt;you might not even understand. but i thank you for listening.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7629071222538675990?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7629071222538675990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7629071222538675990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-it-i-cannot-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6385423258551636096</id><published>2008-01-06T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:24:03.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am sooo not in the mood for so many things now. Dad's giving me a hard time with school. He wont even give me pocket money for god sakes. Expect me to use my hard earned money for school. i have to pay my school books myself. Concession for myself. Pay for anything the school ask for myself. And even house stuffs also must ask me for money! FUCK SIA. now to make things worst my tee shirt is not what it was supposed to be. I ALREADY HAD THE TEE SHIRT! ITS THE FUCKING SAME ONE I HAVE. BUT M NOW i bought the S one. URGH! Soon enough in a couple of years time. Im gonna be all alone again. Everything gonna be back to what it used to be. THE SAME ALL DEPENDABLE. Dependant on only myself and myself only. Nobody else to turn to. What a future to look forward to. I SOOO FUCKING WANNA MMOVE OUT. I cannot take it anymore. I shall see what my options are. I need to crash. My chesst is burning up and my head feels like its gonna explode. FUCK LUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6385423258551636096?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6385423258551636096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6385423258551636096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk-i-am-sooo-not-in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6622064496706908545</id><published>2008-01-04T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:33:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st day of School.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its the first day of school. and i swear i was damn psyched for it the day before.Woke up pretty much early like around 6.15 in the morning for school. Took my own sweet time to pack my crumpler, which has pretty much NOTHING in it. HAHA! Okay so i got ready and left. That's said and done. Now i worry that i'll be like having trouble finding my class. LOL! that would be soo embarrassing. So i eventually found my class which is 5N3. I was like stoning like mad coz i dont see much people who i can talk to. So i went up straight to the 5N3 class line and sat alone. When morning assembly was over i found out i was like what... the ONLY malay in 5N3. Now i know how baby feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to class was my first batch of attention for my specs. HAHA! Silun &amp;amp; 'gang' was laughing and giggling about it. AHHA! actually when i was on the way to school people were already staring. YAY! HAHA! -.- So, Got and sat in class. It was the same place where fad class used to be -.- First period was three periods of D&amp;amp;T which i dropped. So stayed in class with POA class going on. did my own stuffs. Slept actually. coz it was THAT bored. Then comes English. Okay wait, lemme just write down all my teachers. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form Teacher - Mr RAJU&lt;br /&gt;English - Mr James ( Feeling all that )&lt;br /&gt;Math - Mr Raju ( Funny Asswipe)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Mrs Ow ( current Mrs lai for a month )&lt;br /&gt;Physics - Mrs Yeo Ang  ( Exaggerative Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue - Cikgu Rafidah ( No idea what she says most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;Combined humanities - Mr Chia ( The best (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soo that's about it. When Adam reads this he'll be like fucking laughing when he gets to know mr Raju is my form teacher. AHAAH! Okay so Starting of school was on a wednesday. and The word is Every period is shorten my 5 mins due to a meeting the teacher have after school during our lunch break. Quite fussy luh. I swear i was acting cool during English class. Especially when he came in. After greeting he was like " Its good to see you guys again. I see Irish here and also Shahrul the breakdancer. " WTF! Everyone was like so quiet when mr james walked in. He then start talking about handbook luh what luh Nonsense luh. Then mention the part about your estimated grade you will get based on your N level Grade for a particular subject. He was like asking around for our N level grades for english. and when it was my turn i didnt say a word. I stared at him and put up two fingers and he was like woah woah thats GOOD SHAHRUL. SHESSH. SUCK UP! The class is soo gonna have a hard time. With Mr james 'Chim' English. The Chinese people are soo gonna suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Math. Nothing much. Mr raju didn't even came into the class. Eventually, The whole class just left for our own early recess just LIKE THAT. HAHA! Unity? (: so did i. I was FUCKING hungry luh. Ate like aloott! Chicken rice with some potato chunks and seaweed chicken(: Yummay! now the problem is, i don't have anyone to eat with. Sat with Aslam and all the 5n2 people. Then they left early. FUCK. All alone. *hides under pillow and shouts* KNNCCB HAHA! Adam will then gets Fucked up when he reads this. But what's good is, the drink stall sells my favourite Winter LEMON. HAHA! no luh Winter melon(: YAY! After recess was MT and the malay teacher came fucking late and asked around for our grades for malay. When she got to me she was like " Lima? Eh terok nyer " should i be pissed off? Nah didnt borther. I know my malay aint that swell. But i compensate for it. Which suffice for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes three whole sweet periods of Combined Humanities. Mr Chia is still teaching us thank god. And We all were talking and talking about some stuffs. O level standard. That its more difficult now. and it shouldnt be if we all study and all that. so yea. And he did told us a sad story about him and his wife Mrs Chia AKA Miss Tan Hui Chen. Apparently, we all know that Mr chia is a HOD and Miss tan is only a teacher in YSS. So there comes a time where the Vp's and HOD has to give a certain Grade for teachers which will result in their Pay for the month or throughout the year. But when it comes to being fair. A husband is the HOD and wife a teacher a lower position. To prevent any Conflicts about this System, Mr chia went to the Principal to bring this up to him. He told our principal that he doesn't mind going to another school. But sadly, a HOD is harder to find and replace then a teacher. So he evidently told Mr chia that we'll try to get a good school for Miss tan to be transfered to. The whole class was like... awwwww. And Mr Chia went. At least we can still message each other rriiight? HAHA! Damn cute! and soo soon enough class ended and MR raju was in the class. Greeted and did some Admin stuffs about the class. And then i blacked out. Slept till school ended. it was soo bored teacher didnt even said a word or mingle or whatever shit. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school meet up with baby to get her Havaianas at NUM at Heeren. There are nothing that she liked. but i did saw that SMU dude i breaked with last time. He was like... Can i help you? Then i said. Nah its okay. Then he went.. SHAR? HAHHA! i looked up with my geeky Specs. EH HI ! HAHAHA! and chatted for awhile while baby was still having a hard time picking the right one she liked. She wanted a nice designed Strapped Flip Flops. Soo yea. Was hard. eventually I talked her into waiting for a nicer one to 'appear' till then I will Wait together with her for mine and my Birthday Present that's Hopefully comes to singapore SOON! Saw Harina when we were on our way home. HAHA! then comes to me going to break. I seriously need to break and excercise. I need it. The flabs is getting to me sia. Did managed to talk to adam for abit. MAN that dude is seriously Troubled. HAHA! blah blah blah. I hope he is doing okay luh FOR THE MEANTIME. HAHA! OKAY OKAY! so that's about it luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yea! one more thing. BABY STOOD UP TO MOONEERA! HAHAH! she told her off and be frank with how she felt with everything and yeah! IM PROUD OF HER. She was stern about stuffs and Im glad!. WAY TO GO BABE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd day of school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Woke up slightly later then usual and get ready and went to school. Was feeling awfully Sleepy and tired due to break ytd. Dragg my ass to school and was doing that cool look all the way. HAHA! i swear more people were looking at me then what they were actually doing. Not that i like the attention soo much but HEY! GEEKY SPECS IS DOPE YA'll (: reach school, was wet and all. It rained earlier to we all just had to report to class straight away. Chem was the first period and i swear, It wasent a good start for chem this year. The teacher was damn egoistic to me. She was LECTURING US luh like we're her kids. and eventuall and we are all like tired to listen to her lecture, she ends up saying " I know you people cannot be bothered. I can tell by your body language." I feel like going up to her and say. " if you hadn't lecture us and started to Teach already, We would have gladly give you a nicer POSE." HAHA! So yada yada yada. And im glad she said she will only be here for a month then Mrs ow will teach. THANK HEAVENS! At least the risk of failing for O's Lessen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Mother tongue. Wahh damn sian. I swear i didn't know or should i say understand a word she said. Im so in for a tough year of MT. =/ Comes recess ate and went back to my class to slack. Physics was super hilarious. Mrs Yeo Ang was like telling stories and all. And i fucking swear. If i ever get her on video teaching or telling stories. im gonna upload it to youtube. She fuckking exaggerates her expressions and emotions. HAHAHHA! and makes funnay funnay faces. SIALA! i was at the corner of the class laughing my ass off. When actually the whole class wanted to laugh to. But held back. Until i laughed, They all burst out into laughing. Like what i said to my friend today. " If i ever took videos of the teachers who teach us this year, The video will definitely be funnay. HAHAH not to mention Famous.LOL! Math was a drag. Did Factorisation of algebra which i had no problem but A problem recalling. once i already did. i went smooth... *puts head down and did math all the way to lala land* HAHA! until i heard. " aslaaannn! Sec 5 cannot sleep. " HAHAHAHA! Raju never fails to make me smile(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period was like FREAKING ENGLISH! Mr james came in and asked what was another word we learnt for Boat the other day. and i shouted out the answer. Coz it was like soooo Obvious? Then he was like pointing to my direction and said.. " yess somebody over there? " everybody turned. Then i said Barge? Then he said point to somebody else to spell it out? i was like WTF FOR? HAHA! then i just Smacked Sharven's Fat Tummy. and he didnt know the spelling. WTF SIA. HAHAHAH! we then continued to do a close passage test to determined how to rank for english. I end up reading the whole passage one by one. Urgh. what a drag. Left home early today. Ended like 1.20 left to meet babe to get her havaianas. But there wasent anything that interest babe when we got there. sadly there wasent any that i liked either. So went back with our sad faces and Chiong OCK. Sotong head on stik is DOPE YALL! HAHAH!. Okay its like getting late. I need to R.E 3 For abit and continue to read up on my science notes then head off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Jackasses(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6622064496706908545?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6622064496706908545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6622064496706908545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-day-of-school_04.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2613397433427816347</id><published>2008-01-01T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T05:56:41.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A new beginning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And soo 2007 passed just liked that and its a new year. Im not feeling soo psyched about it. Tho im supposed to coz i made it to sec 5 next year. But just some things dont seem right. lemme just post my results for this year and last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N levels 06'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;English - 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Maths - 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mother tongue - 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Science (phy/chem) - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Combined humanities (geo/social studies) - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Best 3 subs - 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PATHETIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N levels 07'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;English - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Maths - 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mother tongue - 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Science (phy/chem) - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Combined humanities (Geo/social studies) - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Best three subs - 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I soo freaking wanted and aim for a six luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;FREAK! UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And so For new years eve, Didn't really do much. Woke up early and meet up with babe and she came over to my place first slack and chill then we went off for our movie date. I AM LEGEND. I really had a great time so yea. COUPLE SEATS. and we were all over each other. The movie was great. tho the ending wasn't satisfying. It was dope yes with those smart and scary zombies. (: afterward went to look for babe's Havaianas. Couldn't find the ones she wanted. She want those with straps and abit of nice designs. soo yea. We eventually didn't have enough time to get one. Maybe next time okay baby? I promise ya(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I dont really have much things to say now, coz im pretty stoned. But i do have this to say to baby's sister's. SERIOUSLY. get a hold of your own self first and then try to console or even care about others. When you don't even know what's what. don't go around saying shit about MY BABY!. she's going through a lot of pressure. AND YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, HER SISTERS, don't even freaking understand the things she goes thru. GIVE HER A FREAKIN BREAK LUH. Whatever happens im gonna have her back. and i can say this. Im a even better person to her compare to the 'Sisters' she has. SHESSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hours after countdown, Baby is soundly asleep but i was still wide awake. :( I saw a few youtube videos and also some ghost videos. Got me pretty spooked and all. Was sharing it with adam and the rest of the guys who were crashing at his place. i did wanted to go. but nah. felt i prolly get bored there. so yeap. i go alot of ghost videos on youtube to show you people. There's also those videos where you stare into the screen and something scary or somebody scream.HAHA! i shall post some of em tmr. do ask me about it and i shall share if you cant wait for me to put em up here. there's also a few funny videos. HAHA! about cat's getting their WITS SCARED OUT OF EM? HAHA! oh well. i guess i end it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY 2008 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Im soo gonna look good in my new specs in school. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cant stop laughing at these. so could ashraf(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfipFs7xr7Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfipFs7xr7Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AapA8alsWC4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AapA8alsWC4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2613397433427816347?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2613397433427816347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2613397433427816347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-beginning-and-soo-2007-passed-just.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4294942087348431123</id><published>2007-12-26T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T03:08:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R3FU9901vsI/AAAAAAAAAME/lgsvYsELYRk/s1600-h/iphone_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R3FU9901vsI/AAAAAAAAAME/lgsvYsELYRk/s400/iphone_home.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147989272606129858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My 18th Birthday Present for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awwww im soo sweet(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4294942087348431123?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4294942087348431123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4294942087348431123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-18th-birthday-present-for-myself_26.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R3FU9901vsI/AAAAAAAAAME/lgsvYsELYRk/s72-c/iphone_home.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7672453707490721907</id><published>2007-12-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:02:50.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When your only friends are hotel rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hands are distant lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If I could turn around I would tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; These roads never seemed so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Since your paper heart stopped beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Leaving me suddenly alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Will daybreak ever come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who's gonna call on sunday morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just want one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I thought you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; These thoughts run through my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; August evenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bring solemn warnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You never know what temporal days may bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So laugh, love, live free and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When life is in dischord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Praise ye the Lord"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who's gonna call on sunday morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just want one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drips yet again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel this SHITTY AND ALONE NOW. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7672453707490721907?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7672453707490721907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7672453707490721907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/paperthin-hymn-by-anberlin-when-your.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-864011960009759303</id><published>2007-12-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:56:41.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;It was never anything greater than love, that he lay down his life for her.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on my knees now, Beside my bed. Praying that you'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Please give her the strength to overcome this. I know i have not being a good person. But Torture me all you want but spare her of this pain. she does not have to go thru this.&lt;br /&gt;For all i care, I AM TO SUFFER NOT HER. Please i beg you. Save her from this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-864011960009759303?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/864011960009759303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/864011960009759303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-was-never-anything-greater-than-her.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1142857209560401123</id><published>2007-12-14T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:04:14.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARTY BOY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soo pretty much been working and all lately. As you all know. BELL BOY OF GRAND HYATT. so yea. Meet up with babe yesterday. She ditched Netball and went over to meet me. I mean I meet her and then we went over to my place. Shes having her period. so yea. Netball would so not be in her ' to do list' right about now. I saw DOME on the way back to my place. Felt bad for not being active in breaking recently. He said something about the whole people there missed the 602's and asked me to asked the whole crew to come for step it up tmr for cyphers. SO yea.. but i dont think i will be able to make it. I have a lot of things to get done. Like my online shopping and repairing my XBOX. SHESSH. Now that my results are nearing, It scares me yes. But i dont worry that much coz i've been a good boy and studied this year. Not like last year so yea. Babe has faith in me. and that's all i ever needed(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     I got this white havaianas Flip flops from work. A guest said she didnt wanted it when i was Loading her bags into the taxi. She was like " i dont want these. You can throw them away" i was like telling the abang who helped me. "Bang, bang I want the slippers, dont throw away. you can have the umbrella if you want" HAHA! he was like OKAY OKAY! I was thinking of giving it to babe the whole time. Heh! Work was pretty mundane these days. There's like TOO MANY doorgirls around. its not like those pretty ones or what. Where There's one who is SUPER CUTE LUH! damn short and chubby and round face. Adorable. HAHA! then her voice is like super squeeky. Plus the gives the sweetest smile for a small kid. I did asked her " don't you feel like small when your around people? Like me? Who's tall and all. Im not saying your short or what. " (im saying that you are actually) HAHA! she damn cute luh. When she's called for lunch. She runs along like a gremlin. HAHA! super scary yet adorable. like those puppies where they have bells on their neck. HAHAHAHAH! Okay i better stop. And there's another new bellman who is FUCKING irritating. Its like his first few days of work and he's being like TOO POLITE. When we Bellman's are at the door, We have to greet the guest be it they leave or enter. Or you just say have a nice day when they leave. But he ah! Says "good afternoon sir, Have a nice day." okay if that sounds normal. Imaggine that VERY VERY fast and a bow. and the dude is very figetive. HAHAHAHAHAHHA! you'll laugh your ass off luh! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly there's another dude. SUPER FIERCE LOOKING. He has a freaking MONDO piercing luh! i was standing at the door with him and he was staring at me like he can eat me liddat. then i was randomly looking at me luh. He looked cheenah to me. and yea. soo finally after the Front office manager talked to him. Then i said to him. " that dude is nice when your doing your work right. If not he maybe might be a little mean. But hey he's like a friend when your nice." he was like Oh okay. then he asked me. " You chinese uh ? " then i was like  " no luh malay" I asked him the same thing and he was like malay too. and i told him i thought he was chinese that's why i kept looking and quiet. He said likewise. Then we clicked Balls luh. tho i only knew him for like less then a day. and we're talking like good friends. mostly we were laughing about the figetive dude. HAHA! Oh enough about work. this week im gonna start chiong-ing work. and OT as much as i can. Gotta get my expenses in the future covered. This saturday sunday and monday and the following week is gonna be fun. in away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: Gonna online shop at matty's place with adam. Then Get my xbox Repaired. but im gonna miss Step it up 2007 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: Double Shift 3pm to 7pm. $5.50 an hour. its a sunday! YAY! MONDAY: After work, gonna chiong to SENTOSA with babe to celebrate our 1st anniversary. WOOTS ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week: sunday and monday OFF DAYS DOM AND DENISE might be coming over. With joey. BRING LAPTOPS YEAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like 7.50 now. Got Night shift later. Pretty lazy today coz i know the people working wont be as much fun. So yea. Reluctant you might say. But im doing this for the money. I just brought home $80 bucks yesterday so i hope it enough to cover my expenses in the future. Just a few pictures to show. And baby's KL TRIP recently. She's Super Hot in Renoma.*Drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R2JucN01vfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/u9FJ61K3iTQ/s1600-h/10122007424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R2JucN01vfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/u9FJ61K3iTQ/s400/10122007424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143795155437207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ashraf with mom's bag and babe's Slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R2JvIt01vgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kznHSFQDEL8/s1600-h/n710901040_739260_678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R2Jw2901vqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NpX_xGFN1Zo/s400/n710901040_739290_8689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143797814021963426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1142857209560401123?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1142857209560401123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1142857209560401123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-boy-okay-soo-pretty-much-been.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R2JucN01vfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/u9FJ61K3iTQ/s72-c/10122007424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-174678157521041982</id><published>2007-12-11T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:10:50.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess nobody really know how badly i miss you soo.. and it just got worst. Nice going shar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in for a heck of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-174678157521041982?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/174678157521041982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/174678157521041982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-guess-nobody-really-know-how-badly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6841951785830673533</id><published>2007-12-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:24:33.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Made baby missed netball training today. Sorry munchkins. Was supposed to call her early morning around 7, but i overslept till 8. Apologized  but i still think she's disappointed in me. Did managed to thought of something to meet up with babe today. Suggest that she could come over to my place today. I was at the Yishun polyclinic to take my MC from work. soo yea. Meet up there. Together with my parents and we ALL went for breakfast. My appetite is still gone. Cant eat as much as before. I still have no idea why. After breakfast, Went home and slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEAR&lt;/span&gt; i saw a girl at Northpoint who wore the Heroes pendant i wanted to get. ARGHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. At my place, Babe was watching click on my computer while i was playing jackass. Ive downloaded the original game for my psp. I downloaded the demo version the other time soo yea. The stunts are super hilarious luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on it was raining like mad. Quite bad i must say. I just hate it when it rains and i have to run an errand for someone. Especially if my parents asked to and i have to bring a dumb umbrella. SHESSH. Took baby to new york pizza and treated her buffalo wings and pizza. Its together soo yea. My appetite is still gone. So i just had cheese fries. Was good and delicious enough for me.Im glad babe liked the buffalo wings and pizza. I thought it wasent what she expected or it was too plain or not as nice as shown in the teevee or something like that. Babe bought me milkshake. Yummy! thanks babe! then off we go to causeway to get my mom's dumb bag. and Baby's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;After everything is done sent baby back home and we talked abit. Glad i told baby about the confession i had to tell her. Well, im still expecting her to blow it up on me. Didn't think it was such a big deal to that blonde. But if babe gets mad at me. I'm prolly am to blame soo yea. im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Its like 1am now. and im like super bored. Babe is in bed dreaming. im here online bored and nothing to do. Hazimah is sleeping over at her place. How fun sleepovers! Its like raining now and its soo not helping me to feel better. Sometimes i just think im really too nice that people 'step over my head' I've had enough of it. It was never about me at all. Im just deprived of my childhood. Now attention, love and time. I gonna crack like soon. Havent been feeling that good these days. things keep coming up. and im not tryna be emo but sometimes its just hard luh. and i have no idea why talking about it here makes me feel better or what. but i just gonna vent it out somewhere. babe seems to get pissed at her dad for being that hard on her mom while my parents are like sucking money from me and demanding stuffs and me on the other hand, ... I don't even fucking know. Was on the way back just now. all sickly and all, Parents had to demand to buy food and die die must have that specific one. i had to walk all over in the rain to get it. what's worst its my money again. *sigh* thats it. im not gonna give in no more. I had enough. Its gonna be MY WAY NOW! Im gonna hide all my money from those motherfuckers and keep it on a low on my feelings about everything. Sometimes im soo lonely that i talk to myself. Its just soo hard sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;My results are on the 18th. I hope i do well. (Whatever hope i have left) Im a mess anyway. I dont think i'll be able to get the heroes Helix pendant and the punisher tee shirt. Never liked depending on people in the first place. So much for getting it for myself on Christmas as a present to make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6841951785830673533?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6841951785830673533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6841951785830673533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1393974568922717923</id><published>2007-12-04T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:34:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57hSqLLfOv4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57hSqLLfOv4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes Darling, We'll get a MUNCHKIN when We're Living together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you dont forget me when you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont! I wont! *continues to watch and repeat it over and over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1393974568922717923?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1393974568922717923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1393974568922717923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_2938.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7816765447953846187</id><published>2007-12-03T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:33:31.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one Heck of a FUNNY VIDEO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS7n9INBZzs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS7n9INBZzs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakvideos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italianos (602) Vs. Juicy Juice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8nxa8TFvMc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8nxa8TFvMc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YSS (602) Vs. Def Crew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kbOCpEHFJ8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kbOCpEHFJ8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7816765447953846187?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7816765447953846187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7816765447953846187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-some-videos.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-266427783969283460</id><published>2007-12-01T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:52:51.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remembering Sunday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work Today was super boring. Not to mention slacky. I seriously Could Play catching around the lobby without even Being Caught by the managers. I bet the managers would encourage me to do so. It was super quiet and boring luh. There was a couple of kids around chasing each other and i decided to disturb them and carried them around. HAHHA CUTE! Apparently, I love my hair now. its nice and thick. But maybe too thick. Gotta trim soo yea. I hope Babe's Doing fine over at KL havent heard from her ever since. So yea. She SHOULD be coming home today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R1I5cFyytRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gmLHwPfZ6FE/s1600-R/baby_thumb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 63px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R1I5cFyytRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TH46goR4hj0/s400/baby_thumb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139233279537493266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-266427783969283460?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/266427783969283460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/266427783969283460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/12/remembering-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R1I5cFyytRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TH46goR4hj0/s72-c/baby_thumb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8593257972157784568</id><published>2007-11-30T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:42:57.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im soo tired and pissed sometimes. Being cranky and not having enough sleep makes mee soo angsty. I feel like i have the whole WORLD resting on my GODDAMN shoulders. Now that im working i have to support money for my family and all. Not that i dont want you but. shessh. Sometimes i just need my space. All and all i have my gf to attend and spend time with. I feel Bad as it is that i broke a promise that i face book with her today. But i have like things to do. Its a drag sometimes. The things i have to do. Not her. I have to like get he xbox repaired when i wasent the one who spoilt it. And i gotta thank by dad For being a GREAT help. Asked that bugger if still got warranty. The fella said dunno. ask this dunno. SO i have to do everything now luh. Buy food for you people. This also must go find out where to sent to for repair myself. THANKS UH EH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would appreciate a little understanding from baby for all these. I know i dont have alot of time for you now. but im really am trying. i havent been getting enough rest just to catch up with alot of things plus the things i got to do. i have to many responsibilities now. I soo want to get my own apartment now and school and work on my own. :( Im sorry if it pisses you off.I know im not the best boyfriend now. But i'll get better i promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that when there's one day where i dont have&lt;br /&gt;Any burden or responsibility on my shoulders, I'll just slit my wrist because i know that will be the only time i feel Free and there's nothing to worry about no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8593257972157784568?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8593257972157784568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8593257972157784568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/fuck-im-soo-tired-and-pissed-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6200181408362010435</id><published>2007-11-30T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:53:25.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Ready Like a Hot Machete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello(: And so everythings doing fine now. Had night shift just a few days back.I've always hated night shift follow by off day. its just soo irritating. SERIOUSLY. start at 11PM then go home at 7AM. so yea. tiring luh for me recently. had a date on my off day and baby planned to meet up at 11 or 12 plus. so after my night shift, i zoomed home and slept. Woke up, got dressed and off to my date. 3 hours of sleep is seriously not enough. but i will sacrifice, to spend much quality time with babe(: Head off to subway at AMK HUB to get our breakfast. Okay maybe more of lunch. HAH! Subway there tasted much much nicer then Far East's Subs. SERIOUSLY. The cookies are much more chewy and nice. Plus there's more Toppings and veggies and bacon and olives and blah blah. I had a FOOT LONG sandwich and BOY was i full. Got extra bacon and veggies and it was all over. HAHAHA! super luh!. ITALIAN B.M.T BTW. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much of munchin' and chewin' on cookies went to get baby's Hair done. It was this trainee school for hairstylin' Cheap but good. The setback was, they take their time to get things right. like an hour to two long? SHESSH. but it was all worth it. Show you people them pictures of baby's hair later on.After its done, Baby was soo feeling like a hotstuff. PLUS, Before she left One of the staff in the salon asked for her number. coz he felt that she might be a model. HAHA! BABE gonna be a model. HEH! TOLD YA SOO HOTTIE!. Anyway, its like the umpteen times me and babe got these model card and they said they'll called. blah blah blah. Not that i dont want to. but my eyes soo yea. but i seriously want babe to be a model and maybe make a couple of bucks from it. But then again there's always her parents blah blah blah. URGH! i shall not start. And besides, after getting all those cards and giving them our numbers. They DID called, but we got lazy and too busy for these things. SHEESH! talk about We've becoming too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; for them. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, We head on to bugis to get baby's make up stuff i promised. I was like really helping babe with the make up stuffs luh. Coz i didnt wanna feel left out. So yea. Was fun(: AND OH OH! did i mention i got this GOT  HOT WHITE GREEN LANTERN TEE. Quite fitting on me. That's why i like. shall take a picture of me wearing it soon. Its like a plain white tee. And just the green lantern logo on it. And its like green and velvet! HOTTT! And after that went on to sim lim to get my hard disk. There was this INDIAN dude's shop. I asked them about the 400 gb Maxtor hard disk. Then they showed me this DUMBASS GEMINI Hard disk which was Awwfully LIGHT. i was like WTF. went on to the next store. which was also a smelly motherfucker store. So i asked to take a look at the exact same type i wanted. Then he took quite a long time to take it out then eventually said. Its Sold Out. For what i know, since the store was side by side, Most prolly they tryna CON me and wanted to show me the same FAKE one. but i already knew their trick. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU MOTHER FUCKERS ARE MESSING WITH UH? So i went to another computer shop which was like CONFIRM original kind. So bought myself a MAXTOR 320 GB External hard disk. Its $187. its well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made our way home and i told baby about my plans to get a touch screen phone Something simple. the touch screen feature is soo dope luh to me(: so yea. just plans first and baby said she has one but and old school one. DOPE LUH! she's even COOLER THEN ME BEFORE!! And yea on the way home, baby and me were ' Jackass-ing ' LOL! damn funnay She specifically liked The Rooftop Shooping cart. HAHAHA! she laughed her ass off luh. Never seen Her soo HAPPY before. It made me smiled(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another DATE&lt;br /&gt;Another HAPPY ENDING(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Are them photos.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Night Shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was BORED doing night shift. took random Photos of myself and the hotel so enjoy. And that's my Supper while watching heroes. and not forgetting my ORANGE JUICE!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-eESntKrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9qlVtHXUCo/s1600-R/29112007389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-eESntKrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/O0sE8WyTtNI/s320/29112007389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138499496408066738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-eEyntKsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/p9HwTzOM-MM/s1600-R/29112007387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-eEyntKsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8gK-aVCfrUE/s320/29112007387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138499504998001346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-eFyntKtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MQIPKwBLE_Y/s1600-R/29112007375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-fZyntKzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qpKx_-orpcE/s320/29112007382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138500965286882098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-fayntK0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/7ZOh4U7TUFU/s1600-R/29112007383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-fayntK0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pxlDNRzLXfE/s320/29112007383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138500982466751298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-hFintK1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4sXRijpw1S4/s1600-R/29112007392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-hFintK1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/wX8DpuM6fjU/s320/29112007392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138502816417786706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-hFyntK2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/z9HNwKBy0RY/s1600-R/29112007393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-hFyntK2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/t4RjbJnXi7c/s320/29112007393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138502820712754018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-hGCntK3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rFKxcr07Its/s1600-R/29112007394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-hGCntK3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/nf-46K_AGrQ/s320/29112007394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138502825007721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lovely Date.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Babe Got her Hair Done. And MY GOD ITS RAD! Take a look for yourself. and babe got especially bored in the train that i HAD to take pictures of her. AND AND I LOVE THE LAST PICTURE. Damn CUTE!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-iDCntK5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/aRhc6ZVe9Ak/s1600-R/29112007397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-iDCntK5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sRPncz9r1TY/s320/29112007397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138503872979741586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-iFCntK6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EYi4Hkm7VuA/s1600-R/29112007396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-iFCntK6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/kn6BCoxhLhU/s320/29112007396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138503907339479970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-iFSntK7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kBkG_rlHiwQ/s1600-R/29112007398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-kmSntK-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/RQbhAPMqzis/s320/29112007406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506677593385954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-knintK_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tE02zLJGBvY/s1600-R/29112007403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-knintK_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GN4nOVRcIPI/s320/29112007403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506699068222450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-knyntLAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MLBSzVM6Ls4/s1600-R/29112007404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-knyntLAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ebY_wFPflE8/s320/29112007404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506703363189762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-kpCntLBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mhShnbfHz3Y/s1600-R/29112007407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-kpCntLBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TM8YnKOI06I/s320/29112007407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506724838026258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-kpSntLCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FNAUfh86QmI/s1600-R/29112007401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-kpSntLCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oHggzVRaCy8/s320/29112007401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138506729132993570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6200181408362010435?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6200181408362010435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6200181408362010435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/get-ready-like-hot-machete-hello-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0-eESntKrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/O0sE8WyTtNI/s72-c/29112007389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7125921723333301636</id><published>2007-11-28T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:20:10.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Throw me away?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can i go? who else can i turn to for this. Not that im being selfish. I swear i really wanna make things work out between us. its been a hard and rocky day recently for myself. What's worst i miss you soo and we had to go thru this when i really need you MOST. Now that you've closed down friendster, i cant enjoy disturbing you and send you love messages no more despite you promising me that you gave it a week for me to flood ya with comments. oh well nvm. who was i to stop you now? Your soundly asleep in your comfy fluffy bed. while im here, ranting like a dumb BLOGGER who typically vent their lies, hate, angst and lives here. As much as i hate this, but FOR YOU i will go thru this.I still care for you. whatever may the situation be, i still care for you. i've said this umpteen times. and i dont wanna say this again. it gonna bore you and make it worst. Work was not bad today has it fun moments but im not in the mood to talk about it. so yea. Im sorry to readers if its has been some dumb post recently. but its what im going thru. gimme time to get things done. and happier post will be flooding thru here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUCH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0xeSyntKqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PW0LQViYmmM/s1600-h/26112007357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0xeSyntKqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PW0LQViYmmM/s320/26112007357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137584951841860258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there's hope.... buried beneath it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7125921723333301636?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7125921723333301636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7125921723333301636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/throw-me-away-where-else-can-i-go-who_28.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0xeSyntKqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PW0LQViYmmM/s72-c/26112007357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2522004586111925669</id><published>2007-11-27T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:41:44.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;I believe that there's hope, Buried beneath it all..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is falling apart. Hopes and dreams all shattered. Everything i've believed in is all gone. I did have a hard time when you plan our future and all that. But not anymore. and im certain now. But Now your not. How am i supposed to go through everything when you dont believe in us anymore and giving up just like that. It hurts me just as much when you say you wanna leave me and say your not that perfect person for me. When actually infact you are. You promised me you never push me away again. and you did. It hurts me so. And now you say you wanna leave me and wished me the best, when actually it hurts me more that you have to say that to me. Im not giving up on us. it saddens me to know that you gave up. I have nothing much to say to you now that your starting to give up starting to lose hope. im leaving for work with a heavy heart. Im just gonna sink myself into work again. just as i've always been to suppress my feelings inside. but know this i still love you .. for whatever its worth.&lt;br /&gt;Do take care of yourself, LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2522004586111925669?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2522004586111925669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2522004586111925669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-believe-that-theres-hope-buried.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-91634725338544659</id><published>2007-11-25T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:35:51.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confessed my faith i have in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's pretty quiet and stoned now. Its like time stood still. Baby's Phone got disrupted. She cant use much of it no more until the bill's done. I miss her. I miss her calls. seem so lonely now. I dunno why im soo soft now. SCREW Three cheers for making me feel this way. I hope i can spend time with ya soon babe. You've been soo quiet lately i must say. I Just got my pay. 800 bucks flat. and yet im still not psyched when i should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-91634725338544659?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/91634725338544659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/91634725338544659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-sing-along-for-me-baby-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3736407189185802461</id><published>2007-11-23T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:57:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjDAfCA1TDw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjDAfCA1TDw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Song Dedicated just for you LOVE&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers For Five Years By Mayday Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I swear that you don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the snow&lt;br /&gt;To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And spend every moment I had with you&lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Confess all the faith that I had in you&lt;br /&gt;To late, I'm sure and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words so sing along for me baby&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;With my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with a month of apart&lt;br /&gt;Together would find us an opening&lt;br /&gt;And moonlight would provide the spark&lt;br /&gt;And that I would stumble across the key&lt;br /&gt;Or break down the door to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever could see us not you and me&lt;br /&gt;And you'd help me out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give my heart as an offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember you as you are right now to me&lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember now&lt;br /&gt;Sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side&lt;br /&gt;How does he feel, how does he kiss&lt;br /&gt;How does he taste while he's on your lips&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forgive you&lt;br /&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3736407189185802461?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3736407189185802461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3736407189185802461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/song-dedicated-just-for-you-love-three.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-298440922436071109</id><published>2007-11-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:54:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let The Flames Begin.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with babe a few days back. Shop-ed For her clothes she wanted. Initially we were looking for Denim Skirt at Far East. But after much survey-ing, She Changed her mind and got herself a nice pair of white hot pants. DAMN!  It looked hot on her. So ya went on to Survey for some PSP SLIM deals in Far East. Not bad uh the deals there. So, I might consider getting babe's PSP SLIM there. She wants the Lavender purple. I getting it for her as an advance Bday present. So yeap. Equipped with 4 gig memory and maybe a camera which she's gonna chip in for. Everythings going smooth. Now that i got my 4 gb Memory card. I feel that i dont really need it. But i do. Just Sometimes when the time arises. I was ficked on what to get the other time when i went out with the guys. its been awhile since i meet up with them soo yea. PLUS, i got 3 hundred plus tip on the recent Brunei embassy and sultan check out  ツ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my fickle-ness. I was stumped on whether to get that External Hard Disk Or the 4 gb Memory card i've been waiting since FOREVER. Dad promise t get me one but eventually he delayed and delayed. -.- That's so him alright. Got really tired from work recently. Was Burning up on Wednesday when its suppose t to be my off day. But got a hell alot of tip that day(: Anyways the following day had to report in at 4.30 to 3. I was half dead i tell ya. Was soo ready to go home early as captain promised. but he didnt say a word and i had to go hom at 3. URGH! I dont freaking care im gonna NOT go work tmr. Who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still yet to get my pay.URGH.&lt;br /&gt;And im sorry babe for everything that happen recenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px none;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Here's Some photos. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(4n5 07' Class Chalet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XkZCntKGI/AAAAAAAAACo/J9A1QQgtkXA/s1600-h/SL272900-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XkZCntKGI/AAAAAAAAACo/J9A1QQgtkXA/s320/SL272900-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135762068937189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XkayntKHI/AAAAAAAAACw/F4a_l4Y0Ev8/s1600-h/SL272874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XkayntKHI/AAAAAAAAACw/F4a_l4Y0Ev8/s320/SL272874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135762099001960562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Trip to coffeebean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmayntKII/AAAAAAAAAC4/JaeMXljl3mw/s1600-h/15112007355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmayntKII/AAAAAAAAAC4/JaeMXljl3mw/s320/15112007355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135764298025216130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmbSntKJI/AAAAAAAAADA/31ed9ZcRBOw/s1600-h/15112007356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmbSntKJI/AAAAAAAAADA/31ed9ZcRBOw/s320/15112007356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135764306615150738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmcyntKKI/AAAAAAAAADI/xTQ6I354VCA/s1600-h/15112007352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmcyntKKI/AAAAAAAAADI/xTQ6I354VCA/s320/15112007352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135764332384954530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmdSntKLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y6fhVIBBnDY/s1600-h/15112007349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmdSntKLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y6fhVIBBnDY/s320/15112007349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135764340974889138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmdyntKMI/AAAAAAAAADY/OyPObme_xUE/s1600-h/15112007350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XmdyntKMI/AAAAAAAAADY/OyPObme_xUE/s320/15112007350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135764349564823746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XoayntKNI/AAAAAAAAADg/eMrLUc-jgW8/s1600-h/15112007347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XoayntKNI/AAAAAAAAADg/eMrLUc-jgW8/s320/15112007347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766497048471762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XobSntKOI/AAAAAAAAADo/WQxdEtSZcaE/s1600-h/15112007346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XobSntKOI/AAAAAAAAADo/WQxdEtSZcaE/s320/15112007346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766505638406370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XoeCntKPI/AAAAAAAAADw/9JEg_MBTcLU/s1600-h/15112007343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XoeCntKPI/AAAAAAAAADw/9JEg_MBTcLU/s320/15112007343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766552883046642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XogintKQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/d195Q1yYq2s/s1600-h/15112007341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XogintKQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/d195Q1yYq2s/s320/15112007341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766595832719618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XojSntKRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_bWmLxjTTLc/s1600-h/15112007340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XojSntKRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_bWmLxjTTLc/s320/15112007340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766643077359890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XpkintKSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i_i8D0AkMTc/s1600-h/15112007339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XpkintKSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i_i8D0AkMTc/s320/15112007339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135767764063824162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Salam Lebaran 07' @ Whampoa CC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3VyntKUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kHOGZfBaOEQ/s1600-h/03112007324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3VyntKUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kHOGZfBaOEQ/s320/03112007324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135782903823542594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3WCntKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/y7LalcFy4wY/s1600-h/03112007329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3WCntKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/y7LalcFy4wY/s320/03112007329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135782908118509906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3WintKWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zcjKu2buJvA/s1600-h/03112007333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3WintKWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zcjKu2buJvA/s320/03112007333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135782916708444514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3WyntKXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-NDUMlZ50gI/s1600-h/03112007335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X3WyntKXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-NDUMlZ50gI/s320/03112007335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135782921003411826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 10th Month Anniversary @ Swensens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X7rintKYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MNUj-IKkTUI/s1600-h/16102007273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X7rintKYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MNUj-IKkTUI/s320/16102007273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135787675532208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0X7sCntKZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BmlL57LYRRY/s1600-h/16102007274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YBQSntKkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4JXiqwFhR54/s320/16102007287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135793804450540098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF7yntKmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X3rIV_dfHn8/s1600-h/16102007289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF7yntKmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/X3rIV_dfHn8/s320/16102007289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135798949821360738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF8SntKnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DE20Xfy23Nw/s1600-h/16102007290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF8SntKnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DE20Xfy23Nw/s320/16102007290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135798958411295346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF8SntKoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B5SGH_OIDaI/s1600-h/16102007291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF8SntKoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B5SGH_OIDaI/s320/16102007291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135798958411295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF8intKpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/B0_vGv7flGo/s1600-h/16102007292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0YF8intKpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/B0_vGv7flGo/s320/16102007292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135798962706262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-298440922436071109?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/298440922436071109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/298440922436071109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-flames-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/R0XkZCntKGI/AAAAAAAAACo/J9A1QQgtkXA/s72-c/SL272900-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-6600437013099137386</id><published>2007-10-28T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:13:53.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be taking out this whole load of trash and dusty blog and Clean this mess up soon. i just dont have the time to do soo. Now that im working, i'll try to find some time to do so. but please do tag and leave messages behind. I got my internet back. soo if there's anything tag me here or talk to me in MSN. FYI, I've changed my Hp number. its no Longer the 94824377. Ask me about it if i didnt update you about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUCH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;SHAR(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-6600437013099137386?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6600437013099137386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/6600437013099137386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back-i-will-be-taking-out-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1489279250091903121</id><published>2007-10-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:55:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Down Down Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's having a serious case of Cough Sore Throat and Fever. She went to the doc recently and she got a prescription of her meds to get all better. Now the meds are halfway done and it only resided abit on the cough. I really wanna be there for her but i just cant seem to get NEAR her. Now that she's sick she cant go out. She has a mom of SUPER STRICTISM. I wanna skip work and visit her and maybe get those super good cough syrup and some sore throat sweets, but i cant. The Mom will go ballistic if she sees me anywhere AROUND her. Gosh.. I feel soo helpless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1489279250091903121?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1489279250091903121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1489279250091903121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-down-down.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2017614245068903650</id><published>2007-08-19T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:43:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCS_fRRRI/AAAAAAAAACA/-rtfDj6PXAE/s1600-h/Cuteness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCS_fRRRI/AAAAAAAAACA/-rtfDj6PXAE/s320/Cuteness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100329103300576530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCTPfRRSI/AAAAAAAAACI/1hVJoqWtAoM/s1600-h/Bugsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCTPfRRSI/AAAAAAAAACI/1hVJoqWtAoM/s320/Bugsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100329107595543842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCTffRRTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/x_UjrKNygVI/s1600-h/Tom+yum+banmian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCTffRRTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/x_UjrKNygVI/s320/Tom+yum+banmian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100329111890511154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCTvfRRUI/AAAAAAAAACY/kuhpj9vErCM/s1600-h/Twit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCTvfRRUI/AAAAAAAAACY/kuhpj9vErCM/s320/Twit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100329116185478466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sooo love HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2017614245068903650?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2017614245068903650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2017614245068903650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-sooo-love-her-kisses.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RsgCS_fRRRI/AAAAAAAAACA/-rtfDj6PXAE/s72-c/Cuteness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4020200507153492432</id><published>2007-07-30T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:54:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00xbWWK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qr_PAR3BFDI/s1600-h/1_139418943l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092784777385618338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00xbWWK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qr_PAR3BFDI/s320/1_139418943l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hip Hop Ashraf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092784781680585666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00xrWWK8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/s0Qy22z7RVE/s320/1_708433150l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00xbWWK7I/AAAAAAAAABw/ugAJuTeLnMU/s1600-h/1_702217057l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092784777385618354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00xbWWK7I/AAAAAAAAABw/ugAJuTeLnMU/s320/1_702217057l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoodie Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00abWWK5I/AAAAAAAAABg/DTMrreiCRlQ/s1600-h/dasdasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092784382248627090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00abWWK5I/AAAAAAAAABg/DTMrreiCRlQ/s320/dasdasd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom &amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things been pretty busy nowadays with alot and i mean &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of studying. Physics and chemistry test last week really got alot of my time. I really hope i can Ace the test. I really want to. I Studied like mad luh!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Did i mention that my class is Seriously having no problem Bonding now? In fact, its like we're Fucking tight now luh! Seriously! For once, the girls are like talking to the Malay kids in our class. Which were so called the 'losers' to them. That included me of course. But, We're Cool Now. Since the Trip to East Coast, Things been getting Soo much better. And strangely.... Im beginning to like the class. Guess it isn So bad afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting myself &lt;strong&gt;SAOSIN&lt;/strong&gt; band tee and My black Dickies This week. &lt;strong&gt;YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Props to Ashraf who look soo &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; in his New cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY LOOKS HOTT TOO (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4020200507153492432?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4020200507153492432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4020200507153492432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hip-hop-ashraf-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rq00xbWWK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qr_PAR3BFDI/s72-c/1_139418943l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8350710723802971896</id><published>2007-07-13T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:26:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Havent been blogging much lately i must say. Been either busy with somethings or i couldnt find the time to blog. Suddenly i miss my friends. childhood friends that is. Especially the LEE family. Dominic,Denise,Uncle,auntie and not forget HAZEL!!!. Had a nice chat with denise yesterday when i dropped by to joey's place. Accompanied him t get his psp. He wanted a pink one but there wasent any. So he had to get the white one. SAME AS MINE. yeap back to talking with denise. She asked me how was i doing and all. she is alright. she did mention DOM misses me too. AWWW how sweet. i miss all of them luh. HAZEL TOO. missed the time getting licked by her. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday's CDL lesson was abit heartwarming in a way and it made people realised what they've done. it was about bullies. My form teacher, Miss Ng was explaining why are they going into bullies and also the poor victims that suffer on the other side. they did mention that our class, 4N5 has lot of cases of bullies. me on the other hand was like thinking about the other time where my blog got spammed by SOMEBODY in my class. i was like " i just hope they realised what they've done and being COLD to me AFTER that was just plain lame and childish in a way. I was like in my own world, in a way. Thinking why would the class be soo ANTI-SOCIAL. The chinese will be in one group then the malays and indians will be in one. what kind of bonding is that? i just cant stand em when they talk or diss someone in OUR own class. its just plain childish lor. and this bullying thingy miss NG talked about was really a wake up call to them. You should've seeen the atmostsphere in my class. Everybody was looking all guilty and Quiet. Its hard to get the class to keep quiet and have that Silent ambience For a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby's sick now. she's having a bad cough and some tummy pain. it could be that the spicyness of her food is affecting her digestive systems. but there's still other possibilities. I just feeel that somehow im responsible for it. &lt;strong&gt;NO! NO!&lt;/strong&gt; we didnt have sex or anything close to that for that matter. its like me not being able to take care of her when she really needs me the &lt;strong&gt;most.&lt;/strong&gt; THAT feeling is killing me. &lt;strong&gt;REALLY!&lt;/strong&gt; She calls me at night in pain. I cant really do much. but try to make her feel better. All i could think of is try rubbing some axe oil or vicks onto her tummy. I've said it once and i'll say it again, I not good at consoling people. But im really trying my best. its not like i didnt try at all. *sigh* Im bad at this,really. Tmr.. or should i say today she's gonna see the doctor and i soo wanna know what's wrong with her. I love her soo much. To lose her because of some sickness is really depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The library's pretty quiet now. my friends left and im all alone. taking care of the library for a while. my recess is over. Where's mdm IDA?. She put me incharge of the library and i have t go to class. well, just half and hour wont die. I think i stop now. I'll shall relink you people soon ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atiqah: no i didnt scold her, but you did scared me when you came up to me and were saying my name. I was like.. who the hell are you? i have no idea who you are and you know my name. anyway, its nice to meet you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8350710723802971896?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8350710723802971896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8350710723802971896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-havent-been-blogging-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-1628538427206222461</id><published>2007-06-24T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:13:41.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rn40G5FWipI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMlvEtkyJE0/s1600-h/sameoldbloodrush300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rn40G5FWipI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMlvEtkyJE0/s320/sameoldbloodrush300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079554722727627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCKING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is and will always be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-1628538427206222461?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1628538427206222461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/1628538427206222461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-my-babe-is-fucking-much-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rn40G5FWipI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMlvEtkyJE0/s72-c/sameoldbloodrush300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7576481456686320000</id><published>2007-05-31T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:29:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything is slowly coming into place. things getting normal and yea, a much happier me. its been awhile since i woke up to good news. just yesterday baby informed me about the camp we're going to on the 8th 9th and 10th June together. she told me that we're gonna be in the same group together YAY!. her sister actually separate us from being in the same group, but suddenly she decided to put us together. baby told me that she always have something up her sleeve or there's something she wants in return for what she did. RAWWR i gotta look out for that but oh well like i said. Its been quite awhile since i woke up to good news. and it felt good. im soo looking forward to the camp CAN!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really wanna thank those who tag my board yeaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syukri:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for tagging man. really appreciate ure advices. but things are pretty okay now. i think i was just missing someone too much and made me think too much. soo yea thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debbie: &lt;/strong&gt;Hey there friend! i saw you in the bus the other day. or should i say. you saw me in the bus? HAHA! i was really tired and quite surprised to see you. thanks for coming over to my blog tho i havent been updating it much. i'll be sure to drop by ure workplace soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll doo my best to update and revamp this whole blog soon, REAL soon.&lt;br /&gt;take care people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUCH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;SHAR (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7576481456686320000?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7576481456686320000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7576481456686320000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-everything-is-slowly-coming-into.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4439377728151542632</id><published>2007-05-24T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:03:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more do you want me to do? what more do you want? i've been patient with almost every single thing in life. i've never complain about what is given to me nor am i being picky about wherever im situated to. i know things happen for a reason. that's why i've never question about life. but now i really cannot take it anymore. like i said before. Patience was never a problem. i go thru every single thing with hope and faith and i never lost both of em. i was always patient with everything. now that im in a mess. i really dont even know what to think anymore.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When i thought everything was slowy getting back together.. it got worst.Baby has really been suffering soo much from her mom lately. i really feel damn bad. as much as i love her soo, i dont want her to suffer any burden or pain. In my point of view, being with me is a pain to her. c0z her mom is lyk blaming her for everything that's she's doing wrong to us. as in my relationship with her. WHAT THE HELL! that's soo not true. she's been really trying her best to cope with the 8 subjects that she's having and also the scolding and naggings that she gotta face from her mom. if that is not stressfull enough for one person, i dunno what is. breaking up was never an option in my head. i just wanted the best for the both of us. i've been really trying my best to motivate her and make her happy and all. but lately i've just been a failure. she says she's alright but i know she's not. im really bad at consoling and comforting people. but know this, im really trying my best. but She's suffering.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Im not doing well myself. as in in my head. i've been really thinking about this. if she would just end it there, i would prolly be hard on myself for losing her in such a way. i dont think things will ever be the same to me anymore. the fun times the laughs and all. it wont be the same. limitations are being limited and restricted even more. ARGH! how i hate restrictions. i miss her soo much and how i wish mee being patient about everything soo far is gonna pay off. is happyness and laughther for this relationship of mine really ALOT to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4439377728151542632?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4439377728151542632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4439377728151542632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh-what-more-do-you-want-me-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8165578449097594865</id><published>2007-05-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:18:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RAWRR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things i said here and now might affect some people or whatever they choose to think. i just wanna take the load of my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:Whatever i say here is the nicest way i could ever put it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things havent been going well for me lately but im not complaining. seriously im not. i just need to say it all out. okay few days back. i got my cash from my dad to get my crumpler then head of to crumpler boutique to get my super hot black crumpler. but when i got there. it was sold out. what the sales lady said that it was an OLD &lt;strong&gt;COLOUR!.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN BLACK BE AN OLD COLOUR? RAWRR! &lt;/strong&gt;that totally spoiled my whole day. rawrr! when i thought that particular was the most &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt; day ever!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life just has its way to rearing its ugly head at me. i just hate it when life gives me this fucking hard choices that i cant really make. its a lose lose situation for me. Why must it so unfair to me? its been a couple of times but i tried to contain it as much as i can. but there's still limits to how much one can take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby has been enduring stuffs with her mom. She's not doing well over there i can tell you. HER MOM. hmmmm where should i start? her mom recently got sick and blah blah. baby was the only one home to take care of her. i have no idea where her Mooneraa sister was and i dont wanna know either. she's been taking care of her mom for a few days now. making her feel comfortable, getting her stuffs she wanted and MAN!! was she good at taking care of her mom. i soo proud of ya. after a few days her slight fever resided and she was all better. just a few days after that. baby got scolded. i can say pretty bad. Her mom told her that she should think about our relationship and think whether she should go on with me. I seriously dunno what to say. it hurts me just to talk about it. Her mom said about she cannot see mee soo much anymore. i was lyk WTF*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lemme just say this. if its wrong to ask for something you want, and wrong if you just stood there in the dark not saying anything at all, what option is there left? i really am soo fed up with soo many of this unfair choices in life. i myself having trouble trying to contain and go thru with this thing. i know she's feelling about the same on how i feel bt here goes. now her mom has to be freaking unreasonable. she HAS been doing the housework and SHE has been taking care of you and SHE has been there for you all along. so why cant you just cut her some slack?. Its always been what you think and not what she thinks. Isnt it just unfair? im not siding her coz she's my gf but listen to ureself. shes been the perfect daughther to you and yet you being so SHITTY to her. you certainly dont appreaciate what a good daugther you have. Now her mom says that we shouldnt meet that often. and she being unfair to her own daughther is adding on to there pressure that's already on her. im really sorry this had to happen to you. i myself am suffering on the other end. i miss you soo much.. and i cant see you that often anymore. and this is just the begining. when it comes to puase, i think i'll just kill myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i should just lay off her for a while. what can i do? its her mom. i cant do anything. bt just Be mad at myself for whatever reasons. Great now i have a fever on. and i still gotta do my library duty today. how FUN. thank god my studies are alright this term. NO wait? what's god? i dun pray remember. what can he do to help me? i dun even pray to him. guess i'll just have Hope and faith. that's has and always will be the only thing i can depend on. When it comes to malay problems and religious stuffs. i know i suck. that's the reason why i've been getting away from anything got to do with it. i respect the religion and i dun wanna anyhow say stuffs. fine im in a mess now. and did i say i had fever? yea i did. and its getting worst. i slept on the classroom floor for three periods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fever resided the day after. but i still feel bad. things will never be the same again. went school with alot on my head. its making my headaches worst. i've been speaking things out in my head and try to figure things out. but lately its not been working out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: thanks blog. you've always been a good help and forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I really hope something happens to you and then it'll be too late for you to realise then you'll REGRET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8165578449097594865?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8165578449097594865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8165578449097594865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/05/rawrr-things-i-said-here-and-now-might.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2855316306943829400</id><published>2007-04-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:02:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ Church School Carnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was the &lt;strong&gt;BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;. Started off with baby coming over to my place at around 9 in the morning. she came over and when i woke up she was lyk there in front of my face greeting me GOOD MORNING DARLING !. awwww super sweet. seeing her face in the morning is really a pretty sight. i love you baby. then i took my time to get up from bed, as always. baby was trying her best to get me out of bed. but i was being stubborn. end up snuggling with her. okay much details are not necessary. finally got myself showered and off we go to Christ Church Carnival. its soon gonna be fun. but ferst we head to Causeway to get baby's shoes changed. Her sister borrowed her black converse sneaks to party at RP the previous night. then told her. "eh mas, ure shoe very nice ah? i get you a new one orkay. i want this one ah" we soo have nice taste right baby? then when she came back later that night. baby got her new black sneaks. BUT, wrong size one size smaller. ALAMAK. leceh ah she. LOL! but anyway, we got the shoe changed and soon someone was smoking hot in black sneaks and new hairstyle &lt;strong&gt;CAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While on the way to her carnival, saw tasha and some guy luh. Super tall dude. damn funny when they walk together. soo soo walked in to baby's school for the first time and wah. its quite kecoh already luh. the sound system. SUPER LUH compared to my school's sound system when my school is having anything that is close to a carnival. I dont even know where to start walking around and all. the ferst thing baby bought for me was jello's then drinks, then some chocolate muffin. then there were alot of things sia. like what she said in her blog she stuffed me lyk mad sia. ahh shar try this ahh shar eat thing very nice. LOL! super funny sia. and again i wanna say the sound system is super good the speakers are lyk BOOM-ING loud. they have lyk speakers almost everywhere on the ground level. after that we all just kept walking around and around. Then there was this time where the DJ was lyk having some annoucements and he was lyk acting cute SIA. damn funnay. something lyk " blah blah blah blah.... thank you very muchie." imaggine a teacher trying to say that in a super duper cute way. LOL! AND AND there was the time where the school gotta lyk get together the amount of coupons to get someone dunked. lyk eg the principle or even CELEST CHEN. WALAO, she got dunked for lyk 20 bucks lor. HOW CHEAP!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway after that we went on to causeway to get baby's shoes. she choose a super nice green one. super nice and yummy sia the green. COOL luh. after that went to get something to eat i think. i forgot. its lyk super long luh this post was in draft. i just dont have enough time luh. MYE coming and i've started revising thank god.Recently been talking to baby quite alot not to mention meeting her. but its all for a good cause. WE both talked about our feeling towards each other and also what we think. everything came out. and yea we NOW understand each other alot. SOO yeaa. im super happy now CAN. i forgot what i wanna write luh. i'll continue another day. and oh yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEOPLE I WANNA REVAMP ALL MY LINKS. SO IF YOU PEOPLE HAVE CHANGED URE URL, DO UPDATE ME BY TAGGING MY TAG BOARD. THANK YOU VERY MUCHIE! LOL! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2855316306943829400?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2855316306943829400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2855316306943829400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/04/christ-church-school-carnival-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-9086447178316556001</id><published>2007-04-05T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:14:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recent break practices are getting pretty tired. After school, Sleep, wake up eat then go break. that's the cycle on and on till this saturday. the Performance coming up wants us to have three showcases. 1 break and 2 hip hop. so yea. but somehow i manage very well soo far. I really need the cash ah! Oh yea its 120Bucks per person. i soo have alot of things to get .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Break shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PSP upgraded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 gig Memory card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real nice baseball cap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Crumpler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soon soon. once i get my ikea pay. im gonna chiong all of those ah. of c0z leave some for my parents to spend. just a little something to say my thanks. I dont get to see you much now. with ure netball training you have to go too. MYE nearing guess everyone's just busy with their studies eh? I really gotta stop comparing my class with another. its really useless. i'll just end up being mad at myself. c0z my class is soo boring.. and the one i compared to is obiviously more fun. its just c0z my class is just racist. flame my tagboard again. for what i care. but its true. everytime when there's group work or what, the chinese will all pair up together. the girls will just go together. the basketball guys too so left with few looser's in the class. that's me plus my other retain friends. so yea. what is there much to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Whole world's crashing down. trust me its not something i coping with real well. since the SS test which i 'cheated' and my classmates flaming me for cheating. when i got 18/25 which so many people did. i'll just explain myself. if you dont agree then too bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just before the SS test i was sleeping as usual. tired and lack of sleep. so i was having problems recalling the points. once Mr chia ask to take out our stuffs and get ready i was still reading through the points. mins after that i wrote till Question C, i blanked out and peek at the notes under my table. the word i use is &lt;strong&gt;peek&lt;/strong&gt; and not copy coz i only look at the main points. then the elaboration i know luh. but yin kay saw. so yea. Whole class knew? I dont care. say what you wanna say. I never did like the class anyway. ANW, i didnt even get that high of a marks. 18 which around 20 people scored. please luh, can say a few of the other people in the class also &lt;strong&gt;PEEKED. &lt;/strong&gt;So why am i being interrogated?. its not lyk i was bring &lt;strong&gt;PROUD&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ARROGANT&lt;/strong&gt; about getting good results in class when teacher was gonna give out the papers. WTF. So what if i hate ure almighty dominic. i dont give a shit. i hate him and its &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; say in &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; blog. I dont remember bothering you in the ferst place. and because of this the Worst thing happen to me. and i dont really wanna say much. she doesnt trust me anymore. claims that its as good as lying to her. and its over. so yea. &lt;strong&gt;THANKS GUYS. THANKS ALOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All this happen in a day. How Much pressure Do you think i can take? there's limits you know. i really dont know what to do now. all i can do now its just enjoy life. go for my break sessions and there's still my N level's to study for. So now if i study hard for my test and scored high for marks means i cheat luh? YA!. now i have 'Cheater' all over my forehead. goo figure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now i know how nadia felt when the whole class rebelled against her.Guess i'll just have to stick to being Independent again. &lt;strong&gt;SHEESH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-9086447178316556001?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/9086447178316556001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/9086447178316556001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-recent-break-practices-are.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-432884033343258613</id><published>2007-03-29T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:48:56.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMB!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can never do maths. im just too dumb to do so. my calculations are super slow. I cant do maths for nuts man. or wassit having three test in one day getting to me?. English test, followed by Physics test then maths. How can i possiblily &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;go&lt;strong&gt; MAD&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;strong&gt;  ARGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;heyy heyy heyy now during D and T free periods we get to use the comp in the library! Yay! Tomorrow SS test. Im soo Gonna ace it again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-432884033343258613?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/432884033343258613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/432884033343258613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/03/dumb-i-can-never-do-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-980544360911663435</id><published>2007-03-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:24:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im just to plain lazy to update. been going out and seeing my GF alot. soo yeaaa pictures and update at her blog so please proceed to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.IROCKANDWEROLL.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WWW.IROCKANDWEROLL.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the latest updates on what i've been doing. x) CHEERS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont even think about &lt;strong&gt;spamming&lt;/strong&gt;. its so damn &lt;strong&gt;CHILDISH. SHEESH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-980544360911663435?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/980544360911663435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/980544360911663435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-just-to-plain-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4186034447281261674</id><published>2007-03-11T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:09:20.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BALLOON BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im working at ikea now. which started yesterday? and im like actually the goodie bag boy but its a boring job luh giving away apples, bookmarks and a newsletter to kids. its pretty much a boring and slacking job. but what the heck 5.50 per hour. its similar to escape lor. but only you wont get darker like fad.LOL! anyway meet up with a couple of nice people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Jingyan The Computer girl.&lt;br /&gt;marilyn and her friend doing temporary registration.&lt;br /&gt;feroz is also the computer guy.&lt;br /&gt;while there's two mascots guys. damn funny people.&lt;br /&gt;there's also zurah and wandi. cute couple doing temp registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one time where matty told me about the mascot dudes. they were putting on the tempi mascot and then after walking around taking pictures and all. tempi bend down and the other dude pushed him down. and its was like a scene. of a heart on the floor. struggling to get up. it was uber funnay. it looked like a tortise trying to recover after its overturned.HAHA! damn hilarious. after a day's work i went home tired and all. and slept lyk a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays a sunday and i went work alone. matty and fad nort working today. but matty is working next week monday to friday as mascots. damn fun lor at tampines. but one thing is for sure that i can slack quite abit. c0z i've learnt everything there is to learn about the job so yea. FUN luh we get to switch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt; duties. and yeaa. butbut i came a little bit early today. but luckily i meet up with the mascot guys. so far i met up with feroz , marilyn and elaine. soo yeap pretty fun so far. started off blowing up balloons. hahaha! then sian already i started being the computer dude. hahahas MULTI TASKING HEY HEY HEY !. but its all good. now all of us just slacking around. feroz is walking around while the two mascot dudes are blowing balloons. debbie couldnt be here today. she said she gotta go somewhere. soo sad. while elaine and marilyn went to EAT lunch. x) i blog more later. check back soon in like a few hours time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TIME CHECK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its like 5.37PM. im still being the computer dude. quite slack around here. there were a few customers. there was one where this lady a parent didnt bring a her child's verifications. so we as our job have to follow protocol. and have to show to us who's at the registration counter their child's date of birth on either Ez-link birth cert , passport or even health booklet. so yeaa she got mad c0z i kept saying i need to see some verifications. she said " Dont sign up dont sign up LOR " i was already hoott all over. mee bring tempermental gotta learn to clam down. so yeaa i just thought of my baby and how my temper got me into deep shit with her. i calmed down and told the lady nicely. yeapp.. IM GOOD ! :) went blog hopping abit geraleine's . magdalene , jo's , joan and a few others luh. i wanted to give out testimonials too but later i dont have time to reply em all soo yea maybe another day. im finishing at 10pm again today. im soo gonna crash when i reach home damn sian neh. tmr's another day but i wont be working soo yeaa rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa with naddy, harina , ben and a few others on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;info as follows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentosa on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;meeting time 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;Yishun mrt for those nearby.&lt;br /&gt;for the rest we shall text you on wher to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Anything just text the oh-so-beautiful friend of ours&lt;br /&gt;Naddie- uuhh? 94255069 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee i shall blog again in a few hours time. i wanna blow some balloons now chao !! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TIME CHECK AGAIN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its close to 8pm. now and i just had A LOOOTTT ! of things for dinner. ferst there was the hot dog and chicken rice wandi bought for me from anchor point. thanks dude. and F.Y.I that's like my 4th or 5th hot dog today can. im soo gonna grow fat soon. soo i better start working out twice as much as before. Me, wandi , zooooorahhh and feroz slacking at the temporary registration table. not much costumers but just now there was a group of em and i had to really picked up the pace. that was the only time i felt that i was working other then that... nope slacking still. LOL. and did i say that i miswrote a lil boy's sex to be a girll? HAHA! the mum checked and say " does he look like a girl to you? " omg luh im soo embarrased. i reprinted for her and yeap apologised for the mistake. the two mascot dudes and jovita went off already. awwwww their shift just ended at 8. i just finish playing solidtare with wandi. wah we're good right ? hahahaha! basically i didnt knew how to play. but i just sat behind him and watch. eventually i did know and help him. then once we both won. we were like. Thanking whatever crowd that was watching us. giving them a bow and a cheer. LOL! wandi almost took out his shirt and ran around. JANGAN SIOL. HAHHA! BABY BABY! gave me a very nice testimonial. just a sec i paste it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/6189062"&gt;Kylee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 11/3/2007&lt;br /&gt;i've been missing you eversince the last time we met. and thats like, 2 days ago..? &lt;strong&gt;x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; in every single break video of yours. so, GO BABY! GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile, laugh, go crazy, be open-minded, shriek, have midnight and early morning calls, receive "good morning" and "good night" text messeges, learn how to toprock, learn how to love, handle stress, stop crying, hold on to Shar when the bus jerks, carry heavy books, learn how to dress by colour, say that "THANK YOU" line and be a happy/lucky girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT Shar around....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AWWWWWW..... HOW SWEEET CAN SHE GET?? here's what i replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/5311472"&gt;SHAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 11/3/2007&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG !!! HOW SWEET CAN YOU GETTT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SHRIEKS LYK YOU DO*&lt;br /&gt;but obiviously you do it better then mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me speechless at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVEEEE YOUUUU BAAABBBYYYY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im GONNA HUG/KISS/MAKE OUT/SPANK/CARRY/ SWING YOU AROUND AND TICKLE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU NEXT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how im gonna do that. But im going to.&lt;strong&gt; :))))))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA. we rock!! LOL! im bored so yea random stuffs. and this is what i did today luh if there's anymore thing's i can update about today i will. sooo toodles. &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4186034447281261674?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4186034447281261674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4186034447281261674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/03/balloon-boy-im-working-at-ikea-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-2003413904423216112</id><published>2007-03-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:28:51.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Steaming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAWWT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interschool bboy Competition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kbOCpEHFJ8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kbOCpEHFJ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yishun sec (602) Vs, Def Crew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;been blogging much lately. due to the busy hours at school and tests coming up. but oh well. i've persevered and scored. i aced my social studies with a 23/25 , chemistry with a 22/25. both tests i topped my class. there's also my physics test where i got 20 and a half/25. and top 4. and im the only dude who made it top 4.  so yea quite a happy kiddo.  and all the while my rival in class was that dumb ass dominic. and i was really impressed with his work and all. people say he was really a smart ass. only sometimes there's that one or two times he acts like a dumbass. but yea he's smart. but i've smoked him in physics , SBQ and english. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAR : 3&lt;br /&gt;DOMINIC: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! orkay orkay enough. anyway. baby went to my place recently and yea met up with my parents. it was fun having her at my place. she got t talk to my mom. which she enjoys alot.  i got a feeling she loves my mom more then me? HAHAHA! no la. its just girl talk. so yea. im fine with it. but reccently she has been talking to baby about some stuffs she is happy about which sort of bothers me. she told her that she's hapy that shar is nort being soo cheenah anymore. i was like WTF lor. she has issues about me and she didnt even talked to me about it. and now when its solved or not a problem anymore she says it. my parents ah. are just too GAY to stand infront of me and say what they dont like about me. i rather they do that then indirectly try to solve the problem. and about my test. i told them that i topped the class a few times and i;ve been getting good grades lor for my test. the only thing they said was. ORKAY GOOD. WTF soo demoralising CAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was another case where i got 22 for chem test and my teacher was saying orkay the highest for chem for 4/5 is 19. i just kept quiet. then my friend pointed out to the teacher and said. " cher shahrul got 22 leh!" then he asked me whether i was a repeat student. then i said yea. and he said. OH repeat student dosent count. i was like WHAT THE FUCKKK !! i studied hard for ure fucking test and that is what you say? oh man i dunno what this world in becoming. anyway, floorskills is coming up. march something. its an international BBOY competition. so yea i really wanna join but i have to balance up with my school work and also some performance im having soon. 120 per bboy wow! and i really gotta thank baby for helping me out with some of the time management problems i have. she's really an angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THANKS BABY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our  2nd official date ytd. baby called me in the morning and asked whether we could go out after she made a quick stop to the masjid near toa payoh. so i meet up with baby and we head to city hall to get her the used tee shirt. once we got there. there was this malay dude with avril lagvine tee. -.- damn gay. he asked me what band i was looking for. i said the used. and he sort of help me with looking for the tee baby wanted. he showed a few of the used tee shirt but i wasent that nice. and then he said he had only a few of those tee and had the one im wearing. i went OHHHH SHAAAIIITTT ! orkay good. then while i was searching thru the other piles of tee he gave up searching halfway. WTF luh. i feel bad for baby. c0z she wanted the tee i had. but but dont have. *cries* but but i got her another nicer tee thursday. damn NICE. and its fits her nicely. and SERIOUSLY SHE LOOK HOT IN IT! x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/ReqOFZglWDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/31BlYma0-74/s1600-h/IMG0261A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/ReqOFZglWDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/31BlYma0-74/s320/IMG0261A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037995356565362738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOOTT STUFF !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting her tee shirt we went on to old chang kee and get something to eat. after that, we head to esplanade to eat em and also enjoyed the scenery there. i didnt go to the rooftop in the afternoon before. but heck it was beautiful. took a few pictures with baby. its nice but i was looking dorky lor. with black specs. x( i havent bought my contact lenses yet. that why. haiyah. baby baby ! i'll pass you those pictures soon alright. YEAPP YEAPP ! soon after we gotta go. i had some performance later on. and baby gotta go makan with her family. it was a really good day for our 2nd date. HAHA! everything went well. and yeaa. Im happy things went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what else? oh well that's about it. im nort going to get my comp anytime soon. soo i wont be online much or blogging as often as before. even getting good grades i didnt get a compliment frm my parents. so what for hope for a new comp right? oh well. i gotta goo now. its super raining now and im damn cold. im gna head home and study for my chemistry test tmr. toodles! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-2003413904423216112?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2003413904423216112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/2003413904423216112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/03/steaming-hawwt-interschool-bboy.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/ReqOFZglWDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/31BlYma0-74/s72-c/IMG0261A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3660287220443230640</id><published>2007-02-15T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:32:37.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;im actually having free periods now. THREE free periods. coz i dropped d and t. so.. the guys from my class who dropped d and t asked aunty gween whether could we go to the library. she just said if its open. then you guys go in lor. COOL. We got there and no teacher was around. rahmat however with his other buddies were playing around. oh well i just swtich on the comp and use. FREE COMP ! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and soo im blogging now just finish checking my friendster. school today's a dragg seriously. flung maths test again. but im sooo gonna score for chem test luh. FULL MARKS !! here i come. =P. ytd went over to baby's place coz her mom want to see me? and also to get the prezzie she baked for me. COOKIES. but her mom found out about her bringing it to school in the morning and said something like ask him to come over and take it himself. so i did. wasent expecting anything. but what i actually thought she would be somehow hostile? but nah, when i got there she was like giving me the malay approach. ASSALAMUALAIKUM? i replied and hesistated for a while. baby said not to think she's hostile but rather friendly. it went rather well. i didnt stay for long tho c0z they were going out for dinner at some hotel soon. soo i left. and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nothing much happen today. its total defence day and everybody gotta evacuate to the parade square at 12. and it was freaking hot. You can literally cook an egg if you cracked it on the floor. me on the other hand got roasted. i was wearing my renoma tee and took it off half way. SIZZLING HOT !. well. that's for today. its a crappy post luh. CHEERS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3660287220443230640?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3660287220443230640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3660287220443230640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-actually-having-free-periods-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-33124430585641896</id><published>2007-02-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:16:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLLOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im backk blogging the shits i find interesting. :)  so last sunday was my burpday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 february 2007.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for those who remembered and wish me. I thank you all soo very much. but for those who didnt remember. THANKS LOT. oh well, i didnt really celebrated my burpday but then i got interschool competition at smu with my guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRAIGHT UP 602&lt;/strong&gt;  Representing &lt;strong&gt;YISHUN SEC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so the day was super exciting &lt;strong&gt;CAN! &lt;/strong&gt;New faces from all over the different schools. there were a couple of ACS bboy groups and also RP. not forgetting innova JC , ngee ann poly , temasek poly. there were other secondary school people too eh. but im just too lazy to list em down. we reached there pretty early but larry told us to be at SMU like around 3 plus? when the battle starts at 6. yeap. gotta report early , take group photo and also collect our shirts we're getting. pretty cool shirt. its has the words " floorskills out BOLD and below it has  " interschool bboying competition 2007" i'll get the pic up soon. and soon the day continues and all of us were like soo nervous can. we ate BK with Harina oh yea she was there too! oops. the only one to support us. but oh well at least there was someone to support us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it was our turn to boogie and when we got on the dancefloor. Norbin was going. he was the host BTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Norbin: Look at that cool Crew tee-shirt! ONLY available in yishun sec !&lt;br /&gt;(We were wearing our yellow striped P.e Tee shirt! LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, we were up against INNOVA JC. i was like WTF ! that's so near my gf school luh!. HAHA! they were new faces luh so yea. got SMOKED by us. *shows smoking weed hand gesture*then we face off wit another rp group i think. and we won. then another group we won and norbin was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norbin: and the ROUND goes to the school who allow LONG HAIR! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's one heck of a noisy host. next up we were facing off with greg's group. the ACS dudes. and it was a really friendly battle. with us laughing around quite alot. but the round went them. that was the semifinals btw. and yea we lost then battled with singapore poly against Dian, netty and nick. lost of em too. and we got 4th. dammit luh was abit dissapointed. i wanted to get at least third. oh well, i crashed the last round c0z i was getting lazy. i did my ferst set in the last round lor. WTF. hahhaha but i wanna apologize luh for crashing. seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yea went back to school the next day smiling. c0z we rep YISHUN HARD ! and not even the school knows about it. but in my point view. getting 4th for school is super good already. like there's any other bboy's in yishun sec that would rep  for bboy competition. anyways. tat's about it luh. valentine's day coming so get ure roses ready and gifts ready t give em to t person ya gonna ask out tmr lastly.... &lt;strong&gt;Happy valentine's day to EVERYONE! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO YOU BABY!&lt;br /&gt;And also to everyone who comes here often (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-33124430585641896?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/33124430585641896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/33124430585641896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/helllooo-im-backk-blogging-shits-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-252920180079547615</id><published>2007-02-06T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:27:15.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RcgtWrWm4HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXpIXttmfWQ/s1600-h/602+esp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028318851577077874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RcgtWrWm4HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXpIXttmfWQ/s320/602+esp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cool is this photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta blog gotta blog. got soo much things to talk about but soo little time. shessh.recently ben got this hottie's number luh. and he was like getting all excited. the thing is he didnt tell me who it was luh. untill like much much later. THEN i finally found out who it was. &amp;&amp;amp; it was someone ialready knew. but the thing im sort of 'pissed' about is the boyfriend. i was like asking BEN to go for her luh or something. but when he told me who the boyfriend was i was like. WTF ! with my mouth wide open and all. i still cant believe it till this very day. She's hot and he's like a looser? orkay maybe i shouldnt say that. i got 'scolded' for saying that to my gf. she said everyone has their flaws and blah blah. the girl might have liked him for who he is and see's thru him. i kinda agree luh. but its just that. HE scored with HER? OMG LUH. UNBELIEVABLE SHIT. HAHA! orkay i should stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;orkay i know i shouldnt be worried about this no more but i cant help it. i've been watching alot of justice league recently and there's this episode where green lantern and hawkgirl was like in an arguement. it was the episode where hawkgirl's race; the &lt;strong&gt;THANAGARIANS &lt;/strong&gt;came to earth to ... in a way destroy it just to save their planet from sheer distruction. so everyone was like looking out for the superheroes. and everyone wanted to get the hands on hawk girl. little did they know what green lantern and hawkgirl love each other. dispite of whatever that happen they still do. but questions were up in GL's head on why she 'defected'. so eventually like all cartoons, the good guys win and hawkgirl was so called 'banished' from the league. and when she was about to leave. she said whatever happens, i will still love you." then she just left. flew away in fact. then GL just watched her fly away. and said. " i love you " tearing away. and this episode kinda remind me of the time baby told me that she's gonna leave for australia to study after o's . i was likeee... orkay i shall nort say anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;did i did i mention that my teacher is like bloody sexist? she only jokes around with girls and when guys just joke around with her she be like all angsty and start raising here voice and all. i was like fuck! BLOODY ASS. and dominic is getting &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; irritating by the second.c0z we usually have our assembly at the hall and he goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB ASS: cherr cherr today gort assembly ornort?&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER:got got Mr jeremy says there is.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB ASS: then must goo hall ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* clenches fist *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really really want that punisher tee. hope harina can get it for me. the shirt is not available in Sg. so.. i gotta like import it from the US. im willing to pay for it thou even though she says she wanna like buy it for me as a present on sunday. i dunno luh. im like being a bit demanding. but... iREALLY WANT THAT SHIRT !!!! RARWRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orkay orkay. competition for the interschool bboy competition is this sunday. of all day's it had to be on my birthday. shessh. been training for it. with sets. i really wanna improve myself. with studies and break to balance everything out isnt that simple. soo yea. i wanna goo out with baby. but im nort sure whether she's free. oh well.. i shall end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028333175293010050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/Rcg6YbWm4II/AAAAAAAAAAU/KKaGOeKVVJg/s320/PIC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;URE TALKING TOO MUCH LUH SHARR !!&lt;br /&gt;ORKAY CRAPPP ! TOODDLES :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-252920180079547615?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/252920180079547615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/252920180079547615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-cool-is-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/RcgtWrWm4HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lXpIXttmfWQ/s72-c/602+esp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-4200132260696247698</id><published>2007-02-04T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:32:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUIARmEfhcQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LUIARmEfhcQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Heads up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A super cool vid of Helena by using the sims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-4200132260696247698?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4200132260696247698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/4200132260696247698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/02/heads-up-super-cool-vid-of-helena-by.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-3745656394217080730</id><published>2007-01-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:54:57.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where did i go wrong?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this week's wasent that good for me. A little ups and downs. but i barely got throught the whole week.started of with baby heading to karimbun for a school trip with her class on wednesday. And you bet im gonna miss her like crazy. we talked on wed morning and she sounded like she was gonna break down. and me on the other end. i feel like im really gonna miss her like crazy luh. its like three days of no calls and smses from her. yeah. pretty stupid ya might think. but that was what i was thinking. that particular day went skating after school. chemistry test was a breeze soo yea i decided to give myself a short break by going skate with jo and matty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to yishun park to try the downhill slope and yea took a really bad tumble. scraped my whole left arm and its pretty sore now. with all those bruises and scrapes, but i managed to learn a few other tricks from jo and matty. isnt much but yeaa. went home got cleaned up and washed my arm and yea. i feels like theres a SHARP grip over my entire left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TAKE URE GF'S WORD FRO GRANTED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mugged like hell after that. there's physics test tmr. soo yea.the next day people were saying that took a really bad tumble from motorcycle. i was like wtf !. and there was malay test that day. and she didnt say earlier. ARGH ! physics test was alright. bet im gonna aced it BOOO ! and i did. 23/25 BOOOOOOOOOO. but chemistry was abit dissapointing. 18/25. walaoweii. social studies test just ended on friday. so im nort sure about it yet. hope i do well. i really did study hard for it you know. x( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby got back on friday and she told me everything that happen on karimbun and she was like speaking in indon accent all the way there. and got a crush on some instructor there. HAHA. she's hot WHAT. and tons of stuffs she tell me. she trekked on mount jantan. (what a name! i know ! ) and she said she love it alot. but maybe alil problem going up c0z she like tall and she was wearing her lovely blue shoes with dosent have much grip. LOL.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday wasent the best of days for me luh. had stiff neck the whole day. and my left arm still hurts but its bearable no problem. and and my friends said got break today soo yea. im really messed up. competition coming up. and im nort yet ready. sadly. rahmat and fad are obviously ready. and im super slacking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking what baby said yesterday. Her mom said she's gonna send her to overseas after her O's. i dont have much to say about this. but since its her dream to pursue her doctor career, then by all means go. im nort being sarcastic or whatsoever. know that you'll have all my support. her mom also said that is faster this way. to be honest, im really not sure what to think luh. im just glad i finally found someone who really understands me that well and ure the perfect one baby. but its soo unfair that ure gonna leave soon. ITS UNFAIR !!!. your soo perfect to me. why is this happening? where did i go wrong? everything was soo perfect. my grades are finally improving and i have the perfect girlfriend i've ever wanted. i know its like still soo early to be talking about this but this really need to come out. its evitable to be together for so long yea. like you said i shouldnt really expect much from a relationship. but i really wanna at least enjoy each other company for a long time.like a year or so. maybe im just being greedy. i dont know luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;history is definately repeating itself. this happened before and i couldnt like forget the girl whom i liked so long ago c0z she had to go to perth to study. it really took me quite awhile to forget her. shessh call me gay. but i really liked that girl. and now that i already have a super lovely girlfriend she have to go too. i really donno what to do or think.well now ure like mad at me,i think for keeping things from you. im not. its just some things that i really need to take time to think. there's alot of things on my mind. so yea.  i cant blame you for acting the way you are. c0z its my fault for not telling you what im going through. please take care of ureself. ure not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-3745656394217080730?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3745656394217080730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/3745656394217080730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-did-i-go-wrong-this-weeks-wasent.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-8672901352250833137</id><published>2007-01-20T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:06:17.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;havent been breakin much this week. P.E conditioning took my legs away. its been sore for like 3 days already. i cant even walk properly. but its getting better no doubt. and im gonna start flaring again by next week if all goes well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's birthday was last wednesday and im soo glad i could spent the day with her. tho it wasent that happy for her. Her parents are really giving her a hard time. With the subjects she taking and the need to balance her time, its really alot of pressure. How i just wish her parents would understand how hard everything  is. hang in there baby. your gonna be just fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week school was pretty boring i might say. had math test on thurday and im really disappointed in myself. i got low marks like 30/50. is a good and bad thing. ferstly. i've never passed my maths last year. except n levels that is. the bad thing is i did studied and i got this kind of marks. oh well, this classmate of mine told me to try harder with a spastic look on her face. i dont know was that sarcasm or she really meant it. oh well, i did Aced for social studies. 22/50. WHOOOOO! . finally all my studying and reading notes at nite pays off. x) next week will be test week. there's like chemistry test , physics test and one more i forgot. well i plan to ACE those test too. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outing with the 602 guys plus irfan. we were supposed to celebrate adam burpday again by going to beach road and eat TULANG together. but adam buay last min. and we all carried on with the plan. eating never was this fun with the guys. its one of those rare times where the whole of 602 crew would go out on an outing together. let alone eat together. it was supposed to be a break day luh. friday MAH! HAHAHA. but we went out instead. after eating everybody was looking at each other at how cannibalish we all look after eating. LOL fad face was super horrid. Eat like cat sia that fella. after eating we all headed to orchard to look for my shoes at heeren. thank god it was there saw emmanuel there too.  wo de fei fei de peng you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been like practicing ollie on that piece of wood of mine. and im getting the hang of it. but not moving ollie im just too scared. accidentally did a kickflip during one of the break sessions at rp when jo brought his board to RP. LOL super funnay. well im gonna go skate with mat and jo soon. monday? jo's gonna try to fix my deck. if nort i borrow his deck and off we go. tho im still worried about my leg. my leg is still like sore especially my left leg. i wanna train for the upcoming competition that's coming up. its a inter school bboy competition. im joining with matty and fad. hope all goes well and i'll be able to train my sets and flare next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby do take care of yourself. have ure rest and dont get stress up orkay. im definately gonna miss ya when ure off to karimbun on wednesday. x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-8672901352250833137?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8672901352250833137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/8672901352250833137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-havent-been-breakin-much-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-528033613070960611</id><published>2007-01-15T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:24:37.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know what's what no more.everything isnt what it use to be. not been having the best of days. guess im back to spilling out in my blog again. I just dont feel right talking to anyone about whatever i think about. i just dont feel right. even to mastura. its nort that i dont trust her or anything but yea. i just dont feel right. well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School preetty orkay. these past few days. been listening in class and trying my very best nort to sleep. but there's always that irritating dominic to spoilt my day. he's clever yes, i gotta agree but my level of patience is just wearing off. he's soo dumb that sumtimes  i even thnk fadzli's wayy wayy smarter then him. shessh. lesson are pretty orkay and i've like been soo good in math class luh. which is like NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE. SHESSH.this week is gonna be pretty busy. baby's burpday is this wednesday and im meeting HER YAY !! today is adam's burpday soo yeaa. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO. im planning to use the school library computer during d and t lessons this week. hope its gonna be alright. and nort laggy and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my breaking is pretty much gone to the slacking side. though the issue about boogie kings got me thinking. me, i know im nort that good but im soo gonna practice to be at least the same standard as jo to at least make it to BOOGIE KINGS. and this particular bboy says im better then this other bboy who is supposely 'better' then me. im nort sure luh. all i wanna do now is train for the best of myself. heard from tosh jams will be overflowing this year and its like my 2nd time doing N soo yea. alot things to balance out and its really taking alot out of me. so yea. i just hope mybreakin skills dosent slack that much and i gotta like break abit something like conditioning and also study and keep on the right track. BLAH i think im crapping already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's not having a good time with her parents. its just unfair to me. she cant text me or call me that often anymore. t just sucks. but i understand... i think. but hey look on the bright side SHAR. its been like a month. and today is like our 1st month anniversary. WHEEEEE. soo yeaa. even she needs to balance her time. yeaa. look baby dont be sad or what luh. its ure burpday this wednesday and you &lt;strong&gt;BETTER KEEP URE HEAD UP AND SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;. if nort im gonna &lt;strong&gt;spank&lt;/strong&gt; you reall hard. WAHAHAHAHHAA. orkay crapp. i love you baby and i cant wait to see you this wednesday. LOVES &lt;strong&gt;&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-528033613070960611?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/528033613070960611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/528033613070960611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-i-dont-know-whats-what-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897896.post-7877715038873409175</id><published>2007-01-03T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:19:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Countdown Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its a sunday and its like 31 dec of 2006. i have performance up at hougang mall which is like soo far away from anyplace that i ever gone before. heck i've never been to hougang mall before. soo yeaa got there and there was this kee chong fella. he was in charge of our performance. at first i thought he was like super quiet and all. what kind of organiser is that? but he turns out to be orkay luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby and mee got there and he was like asking us to help to spray paint aka grafftti a wall nearby. after aisyah met us, we were like thinking what to do with the wall. either our group name poshpilatte or just graphics. and yea we decided to just put up our name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; , there was this group of M.I.C people ( made in china ) who just came up to our wall and start spray nonsense. some dumb chinese characters. then there was this &lt;strong&gt;RETARD&lt;/strong&gt; who got the &lt;strong&gt;CHEEK&lt;/strong&gt; to spray HAPPY NEW YEAR but dosent know how to spell it. best of all he was like &lt;strong&gt;" BROTHER BROTHER HOW TO SPELL NEW YEAR AH?"&lt;/strong&gt; omg. that retard got my blood boiling luh. baby and me tried to spray over the dumb chinese characters with white but its just no use. i just threw the can and walked off. was still madd at that mother fucker tho.&lt;strong&gt;ARGGHH !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after baby's performance and mine. we all took pictures and all. lazy to upload it all tho. went off after that. the rest of the poshpilatte's went off already.... to take &lt;strong&gt;NEOS. SHESSH&lt;/strong&gt;. then then me and baby went to meet up with grace for her performance. sooo yeaa it was &lt;strong&gt;SUPER&lt;/strong&gt;. tho i ate alot of pizza's there. alot of em gave me like one whole pizza and in one whole pan. when i was looking after Dextrous group while they went practicing. this year's countdown at causeway was soo much better then the previous year. the stage is soo &lt;strong&gt;MUCH BIGGER&lt;/strong&gt;. the &lt;strong&gt;LMQ's&lt;/strong&gt; performed and it was &lt;strong&gt;DOPEEE !!.&lt;/strong&gt; soon enough it was baby's turn to perform and hell yeaahh it was good. got it on my phone. she's sooo &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; cann. after the performance we PAAARRRTTTYYYY !, till the countdown of the new year. never expected to celebrate the new year with baby. but yea i did. but i didnt forget my friends and family members. i wished them happy new year too. there was HELLLA alaot of dancing and grinding and jumping and shouting and HOTT PEOPLE. LOL. and then we went to the dressing ROOM. FUN FUN FUN =P orkay too much info. that's about it for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went out with baby for a freakin ferst &lt;strong&gt;DATE&lt;/strong&gt;. we never really went out on one proper date. seriously. as in a movie or dinner maybe? hhahahaa. we were out, hunting for foood. before that was a quick stop to esplande. but nah we got bored. rann all over town to look for food. baby was super hungry. she was giving me that stoned look. that pretty much scares me. soo yeaa we rann, orkay maybe not ran but walked quickly to penisula to eat. but nothing of interest then to lucky, &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS EFFING CLOSE !&lt;/strong&gt; then to far east. finally CAHAYA was open. and i quickly call the auntie for her order. &lt;strong&gt;SHE NEEDS FOOD STAT !!. &lt;/strong&gt;ate food and then we went off. and we were making fun of the change thingy. as in instead of giving the auntie notes to pay for out food. we would use coins and alot of 10 cents , 5 cents and baby would go "&lt;strong&gt;AH AMBIK KAU  5 cent , 10 cent , 10 cent , 10 cent"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. both of us was laughing like mad. soo otw we talked about pretty much about alot of stuffs luh.  send her home. before that ' staircase' then chow. i gotta meet my parents after that which eventuallty they got me mad. but baby calm me down :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;School's a BUM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i freakin hate my class. ferst of all there's like too many cheenahs around. only like 4 malays. yeaa i should have kept my mouth shut about mee mixing well with cheenahs. all of em are those type basketballers , ah lians and other irritants. that's what my class is made off. then there's the suckers boyfriend who acts clever but actually is dumb. we were going through the organiser right about the promotion critiria. so yeaa the teacher  was explaining about how to go poly. it was like on the right page and one the left was the one on how to go JC and university. and the dumb ass MOFO asked.  " &lt;strong&gt;CHER, I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO GO JC ?"&lt;/strong&gt;  omg, &lt;strong&gt;DUMBASS!&lt;/strong&gt; its on the left side of the page.&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU EVEN READ? AND YOU SAID YOU WANNA GO JC?.&lt;/strong&gt;  he really pissed me off luh. and there was this group of indian motherfuckers during GEO class. i guess they like dropped from express or something. soo yeaa the teacher was like explaining on diplomacy and detereence. everytime when there was like a fill in the blanks in the teachers question, they would shout out the answer. wayy too much info. and he acts like everybody supports his theory. and he even wanted to tell everyone the story of between the protestants and catholics. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE, KEEP URE SMELLY MOUTH TO URE SELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if this keeps up. i dun think i will be able to surivive in school. im nort making friends in class. i just think its supper boring. i made friends while i was queueing up for food. i was like talking to this group of people. and yeaa. they were like more worth talking to then my classmates. well, maybe baby's right? its just the beginning of the year. i prolly be friend them soon enough. * sigh *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897896-7877715038873409175?l=bronx-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7877715038873409175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897896/posts/default/7877715038873409175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bronx-boy.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown-party-its-sunday-and-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>SHAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08492239812437534109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhgsMWbJ5vg/SQiXQbvZZKI/AAAAAAAAATc/cFBKnE6XfvM/S220/30112007410.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
