<?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-2453138933018019279</id><updated>2011-12-13T00:01:56.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lVlapling-in-wiNtEr</title><subtitle type='html'>HEALTH WARNING: May cause further brain damage that involve sudden seizures, urges to start playing maple, sudden violent permanent crushes on *specific guys*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>379</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-9003534881297305247</id><published>2011-11-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:48:59.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok just realised my past few posts have all been about some hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life update time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;S was awesome. Feel the family baby! Never done the "WE" cheer so many times in one day before (at least 10 right? And not say one day, more like 1 hour!), not even during my NC days (when it was known as the company cheer lol!) Ah well, few CCAs can actually provide such an atmosphere. No regrets, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I'm been screwing up my studies for maple. Managed to get my noob Evan to 90 for the onyx glasses and now I'm got a couple of days to get my fresh new db to 8x. Haha I remember how many months it took for me to get my mage to 40 in the past. Now I can do it in 2 hours. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate gspq. So annoying. People getting all proud and all just cos they can siege. Well I can siege too and my mechanic is sexier and stronger than yours would ever be. Just because I have to endure a shitty job for the event I'm putting up with this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base point: Maple is screwing me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;gt; study buddies again. Thinking of dropping by to SP some day to get professional bstats help, hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop getting all fluttery whenever I think of him. He's not even the real thing! Come on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-9003534881297305247?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/9003534881297305247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=9003534881297305247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9003534881297305247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9003534881297305247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-just-realised-my-past-few-posts-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6683941859635220760</id><published>2011-11-30T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:41:32.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And until now I still think you're really handsome. *:3 meme face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had been sitting on that chair though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6683941859635220760?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6683941859635220760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6683941859635220760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6683941859635220760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6683941859635220760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-until-now-i-still-think-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4197753777113338545</id><published>2011-11-12T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:12:01.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes stalking someone isn't really such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Because you could just stumble upon something that just ruins your perception of that person. Something that can't be unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still seriously bothered by that vid I just saw. At first I was damn happy when I saw that he was in the vid, since usually I just look through his static photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out that in that vid he was mildly drunk and in a raucous group of disgusting idiots. The jokes started off okay, but they soon became corrupted and sick, and guess what? The person I was stalking was the target of the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know of him, he would usually be the serious and stoic types. I thought he would ask them to stop the nonsense. But he didn't. He played along. And things got really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just at a loss for words now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a tinge jealous even?&lt;br /&gt;But definitely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4197753777113338545?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4197753777113338545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4197753777113338545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4197753777113338545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4197753777113338545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-stalking-someone-isnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6736681858465028612</id><published>2011-11-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:33:00.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flutter</title><content type='html'>Let me get these down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You love animals&lt;br /&gt;-You are muscular&lt;br /&gt;-You're tall, dark AND handsome&lt;br /&gt;-You are serious when it gets to sports&lt;br /&gt;-You look damn good in anything&lt;br /&gt;-You are bloody smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you played console or FPS or MMORPGs, I swear I'd marry you right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6736681858465028612?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6736681858465028612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6736681858465028612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6736681858465028612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6736681858465028612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/11/flutter.html' title='flutter'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6325563754252771902</id><published>2011-10-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:01:41.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father is the most tactless bastard I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, everytime he opens his mouth nothing good comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask him to check the modem because the internet is down, he immediately says "Oho, finally overheat is it? Only you will use until like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell him that I did "okay" for a test, he goes "Not 'very good' ah? Means worse than usual la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try learn a song by ear on the piano, he goes "So long never play right? See I bet you forgot everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get my drift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6325563754252771902?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6325563754252771902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6325563754252771902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6325563754252771902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6325563754252771902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-father-is-most-tactless-bastard-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-956703114885203014</id><published>2011-10-22T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:58:46.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally love Society &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe more is definitely merrier too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-956703114885203014?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/956703114885203014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=956703114885203014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/956703114885203014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/956703114885203014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-totally-love-society-and-maybe-more.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4896615298286532891</id><published>2011-10-16T03:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T03:18:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>Although I really hope that I will get to visit Sultan Shoal once, or hopefully twice more (if I have enough holidays and my mother is able to fight with the rest of her company to get the island) before it closes for good, part of me actually wishes that I wouldn't get that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what I kinda fear most now is leaving the pier on the very last visit to SS. That very moment, because I know I might just break down or something. Since I already left the pier a few hours ago, at least if this were the last visit I wouldn't have to contend with the mishmash of feelings as I step onto the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm back home. My mum and sis are still on that island, but I've gotta come back early cos I have freaking school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is empty except for my dog and my maid. I am feeling extremely convoluted yet hollow, and I don't know why. Or maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one of the best visits to SS all my life. Having so many people, lepaking in the rooms, having such a great haul of fish, watching dramas with company, waking up early and enjoying morning strolls and the sea breeze, the wonderful barbeque food... The way the whole trip came together so nicely. But I think it's because I appreciate every second there so much more, knowing that my days there are limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more, not even if I become a billionaire and choose to buy over the island. LTA doesn't want to give up the land. MPA doesn't want to help us. PSA is too money-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of the island deserted for years to come... the beautiful chalets and trees left to rot and crumbling into dust. The lagoon filling up with sand and abandon. It makes me so miserable :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't face the island closing down. I seriously thought it would be with me all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4896615298286532891?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4896615298286532891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4896615298286532891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4896615298286532891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4896615298286532891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/10/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7289552194972408613</id><published>2011-10-12T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:16:14.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoal.</title><content type='html'>Yknow the night which I was awoken abruptly at 3am because of terrible stomach cramps and spent the next 2 hours on the smelly throne (even though I didn't shit)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually after sitting in the silence for awhile, I suddenly recalled that I'd be going to Sultan Shoal in a couple of days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole feeling of depression kinda overcame me and I started to emo on the toilet bowl. It always happens the moment the words "sultan shoal" pop up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I've been going there every year since I was born, I have kinda... adopted it as some integral part of me. Idk how to say it, but it's like... yknow, a nostalgic hangout filled with 17 years of memories? And since I go there only once or twice a year, I can remember all the exciting and awesome things that happened every visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't wanna get too emo here cos I would save the tearjerking parts for when Sultan Shoal actually closes down next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gets me to my point, it's closing down. Omg I feel like i'mma start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTA and MPA wanna take the island back from PSA, but they do not plan to do anything to the island, just leave it to rot for eternity. The nice bungalows, the fishing piers, the lovely lagoon... even to the minute details like the double-decker beds and the sofa beds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of this, I need to start packing and get ready to visit the island for the 2nd last time... or even possibly the last time if my mum doesn't manage to book it again before it closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you guys are thinking, "oh lol 2nd last? Means still not last lah."&lt;br /&gt;But no. For all my life I've seen SS as a dependable location I could go to during holidays. Like it would always be there for me. And next time I can bring my children there, to experience happiness and joy I've had. I don't want it to be the 2nd last time. Not even the third last. Even if I could go there 10 more times before it closes, I would still resent it. I don't want this limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :(( Needa stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7289552194972408613?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7289552194972408613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7289552194972408613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7289552194972408613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7289552194972408613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/10/shoal.html' title='Shoal.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-907612415925145620</id><published>2011-10-10T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:12:54.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking, meh</title><content type='html'>I FRIGGIN' LOVE RAMMSTEIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/this is a post-in-progress and I'll come to edit it when my brain isn't so filled with Christoph. And Rammstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-907612415925145620?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/907612415925145620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=907612415925145620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/907612415925145620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/907612415925145620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/10/wishful-thinking-meh.html' title='wishful thinking, meh'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3293871534354578359</id><published>2011-10-08T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:19:22.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=3</title><content type='html'>I am crushing hard on a guy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better, this time he's real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, he's Singaporean :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh okay fine, this is screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3293871534354578359?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6709398877794708801</id><published>2011-09-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:01:46.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my life right now :)&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my maple life.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end of life update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6709398877794708801?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6709398877794708801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6709398877794708801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6709398877794708801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6709398877794708801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-update-i-am-happy-with-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2556891744820976689</id><published>2011-09-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:29:55.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SERIOUSLY have to stop laughing so hard watching Rammstein's Pussy MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, everytime Till goes "I HAVE A DICKUH" I burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then especially near the middle part he stands up and points his fingers everywhere and proclaims "YOU HAVE A PUSSY, I HAVE A DICKUH, SO WASS THE PROBLEM?!?" I start crying cos I'm laughing way too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2556891744820976689?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2556891744820976689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2556891744820976689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2556891744820976689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2556891744820976689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-seriously-have-to-stop-laughing-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5021805328031904751</id><published>2011-09-28T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:49:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I should blog something because the emptiness here is creating a vacuum bit by bit. Really, I actually feel the suction force telling me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, knowing my state of mind now, you probably know this isn't gonna be worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. First things first. My English deteriorated. It's disgusting. I'm beginning to hesitate when spelling certain words, I can't get the right stuff out when I wanna write a compo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, when I re-read my sec 4 compos I can't believe I was once that pro to write those kinda stuff. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lame. Anyway, my life is revolving around RAMMS+EIN. Ohmahgawd I swear each of the members are hot in their own way. Christoph is just plain sexy, we all know that. And while Till lacks in that sense, he's a fucking genius. So on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rammstein I finally appreciate the value of a music video. I mean for other songs I don't give a shit about the MVs, but for Rammstein the MVs make the song 10000x cooler. Except many of their MVs are extremely disturbing and shocking. But hey, that contributes to the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I swear Till's a fking genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. My holidays. Considering I go to school on monday, wednesday, thursday and friday, I don't really consider this a holiday. Monday and Thursdays are extremely tiring, especially if I go for TKD right after S&amp;amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I get good company, and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA good company brings me to my next point. I can totally see the DIFFERENCE between NP and CGS. In cgs NOBODY plays the sports I play. Nobody plays maple. Nobody plays FPS. Nobody loves bio. Nobody wants to go LAN with me. Nobody likes hk dramas. Nobody likes metal. Nobody has even heard of dubstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In NP, SO MANY PEOPLE DO THE STUFF I LOVE TO DO &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It maketh me sho happy ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best point: NP has guys. Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay AWAY FROM THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Next point: DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm increasingly shagger by a day (lol shagger), I haven't established my status as a Dream Lord (what? If Dr Who can be a Time Lord, I can be a Dream Lord) yet. In fact, my progress is kinda going reverse. Retreating. This is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY HOLIDAYS OHMYGOD THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I HAVE PLANNED TO DO BUT HAVE NO TIME TO START ON :((( Like learning all those hk drama themes on piano. And chionging my mech. And going out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next point, sheesh, this is so long.&lt;br /&gt;On a darker side, reality can be a stinging slap to your face at times. Dafuq, when I thought things couldn't go any smoother, some avalanche just snowballs everything away. But in a way it showed me people that were true to me. And I don't have to waste time with people who aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that topic. Moving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 15 minutes to midnight, so means it's still Meldon's bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU ARE SO CUTE OMG I WANNA SNIFF YOU ALL DAY LONG AND HUG YOU TO SLEEP LIKE I DO EVERYDAY &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody even uses blogger anymore, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok /fin. I'm done. This has been more like a life update that anything else. Didn't quite exactly planned for this, but whatever. Since when has anything gone as planned in my life anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5021805328031904751?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5021805328031904751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5021805328031904751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5021805328031904751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5021805328031904751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-like-i-should-blog-something.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5562291775153665941</id><published>2011-08-13T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T23:31:38.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't decide which of these to ship more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupin X Sirius,&lt;br /&gt;Erik X Charles,&lt;br /&gt;or Nick X Ellis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY I CAN CHOOSE, THEY ARE ALL FULL OF AWESOME AND HOTNESS :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5562291775153665941?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5562291775153665941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5562291775153665941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5562291775153665941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5562291775153665941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-decide-which-of-these-to-ship.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3566311291749565600</id><published>2011-08-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:53:12.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I finally see who you are. Man, I'm glad I'm gonna be rid of you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flitting around whoever brings you benefits. I thought it was only applicable to your boyfriends, but turns out it was applicable to your friends as well. Seriously, you are fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to bother with you :)))&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't gonna let some miserable bitch screw up my happy life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3566311291749565600?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3566311291749565600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3566311291749565600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3566311291749565600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3566311291749565600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-i-finally-see-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1386083386653034018</id><published>2011-07-25T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T04:52:20.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is being an asshole.</title><content type='html'>My laptop lags insanely whenever I hibernate my computer. It's seriously pissing the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so dumb Jac has done something dumb again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to spend Sunday at vivo with her family, so Jac decided that she should totally wear jeans before she freezes again. But with her stupid gigantic open wound she would wince with each step she takes if she were to wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid Jac had a stupid idea that she should totally wrap tissue paper over her leg and tape it together (no she doesn't have any gauze or swab at home), so that when she walks her jeans wouldn't graze her wound directly and all will be dandy throughout the day (sounds pretty good right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that was what stupid Jac did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked miracles through the day, the tissue was soft and comfortable and her wound didn't hurt at all so Jac thought that she was a total genius (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she got home, she removed the tissue, she found out that her wound was pus-ing quite alot and one whole layer of tissue had completely stuck to the wound and everything was hurting like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when trying to pull off the tissue (fuck, oww!) didn't work, she went to the toilet to try to wash it off with strong jets of water, which also conveniently failed. The tissue was effing strong and refused to disintegrate and fall off (probably because it was strengthened by rapidly-hardening pus), she tried to scrape the tissue of her fucking hurting wound with her fingernails, and then trying to pluck tissue off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scraping actually did help, a small flap of tissue detached from the wound. But then Jac realised that the tissue was strongly holding on to the other parts of the layer of tissue which was still stuck to the wound, and strangely, under the piece of detached tissue was a bloody and tender layer of flesh, instead of a scab or layer of dried pus as it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jac realised that the mushy white layer on top of her wound was not tissue paper, but her skin itself, soaked in pus for 7 hours. And all along she had been tearing her skin off her wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Jac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-1386083386653034018?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1386083386653034018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1386083386653034018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1386083386653034018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1386083386653034018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogger-is-being-asshole.html' title='Blogger is being an asshole.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1442969381251450273</id><published>2011-07-22T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:59:51.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF IS WRONG WITH BLOGGER WHWY DID YOU JUST MERGE MY LATEST POST WITH MY PROFILE AND WHY DID YOU CUT EVERYTHING INTO HALF THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT TIME TO PISS ME OFF NOW FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-1442969381251450273?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1442969381251450273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1442969381251450273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1442969381251450273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1442969381251450273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/07/wtf-is-wrong-with-blogger-whwy-did-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8038910664603114124</id><published>2011-07-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:25:54.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I shall keep mum about my dream states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Memento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie about... damn, where do I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how about, I can't even start. But this movie has no definitive and start and no definitive end. It's so messed up. It's so messed up that it's so complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've never watched a movie that left me so completely mindfucked. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's directed by Christopher Nolan (yeah the inception guy), but even so, the mindfuck it induces is worse that watching Inception. In fact, it makes the Inception debate look like a laughing stock. Memento is so... is so... oh my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY. BRAIN. HURTS. From all that piecing everything together, breaking it apart again, rearranging the pieces, putting them together, oh wait, take them apart again, deciding what to believe, cross out the rest, put it... oh wait, why bother putting it back? Waaaait... *mindfucked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should've become a cult classic. It's better than... Fight Club. Or Dark Knight. Maybe even Inception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye. Watch this movie when you have the time. Trust me, you are so going to need subtitles. NEED. SUBTITLES. Take a photo of this post and annotate it with "GET SUBS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the above was a movie reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm here, check out Dreamstate by X-Ray Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8038910664603114124?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8038910664603114124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8038910664603114124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8038910664603114124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8038910664603114124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/07/alright-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7993208023050927003</id><published>2011-07-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:16:56.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A merry romp through dreamland;</title><content type='html'>Honestly I should be going to bed now. But I'm not, and that can be attributed to many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm not going to bed yet, let me tell you about my side-venture a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;That little romp would be a reason why I can miss one or two hours of bed right now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I'm currently obsessed with dreams. Dreamland control, lucid dreaming and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say, after today's experience, I'm 40% there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I feel like this is such a great breakthrough, I mean up to date no one has been able to control their dreams, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh but I'm almost there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few hours ago I closed my eyes in total silence and forced my mind open. Then I forced myself to imagine a place I would like to be, take in every single detail, the more precise the better. Fill the place with people, half familiar and half strangers. It takes extreme mind-control, cos the slightest wandering will jolt everything away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sleepy at all. But that's the point. If I'm too sleepy I'd lose control. So in essence, I was forcing myself to fall asleep with my mind awake. It sounds weird now, but yes, I've been spending time doing that alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my experience. I failed at least 5 times (i.e. jolted awake before I let sleep take me), but gradually I managed to blend dreamland with reality. I was in dreamland, yet I was lucid, aware of the fact that I'm lying in bed. I could feel my body resting on my bed, yet I was walking through a corridor with people. It's an amazing experience. Seriously. I have no idea how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but there's a catch. I have to keep my mind in perfect balance, cos if I immerse myself too deeply into the dream, I'd lose my hold on reality, and then the dream will proceed like any other dream, me with no control. Likewise, if at any point in time during this precarious balance I happen to focus on the fact that I'm lying in bed, I'd lose my hold on the dream and go back to conscious form, i.e. lying in bed wide awake but with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it took extreme mind discipline. Your head will hurt, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the limbo period where I was walking through that corridor and yet feeling my body lying in bed, I had to be careful with my movement. Basically because I can feel my legs stationary, I might accidentally kick myself fully awake if I made large movements in my dream. Upon envisioning a staircase in dreamland, I experimented with climbing it, utilizing my dream legs, yet feeling my real legs immobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cut short-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so then things happened in the dream which I intentionally made so that I do not wish to elaborate on. I mean, if you had such a power within your grasp for just a little while, to control your dreams and build a world you wanted to be in, wouldn't you start exploring your darkest memories and secrets and regrets? That is why my account of my lucid dream will end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a reflection, I would say I'm only 40% there.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I lost control in the end. The rest of my dream didn't proceed the way I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there was a part of my lucid period which an event happened in dreamland that was not brought in by me. I didn't envision that, but it happened anyway. If I took a serious romp through dreamland someday, such an event would jeopardise everything. And I would have to try again another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I was unable to put myself EXACTLY where I wanted to be. When I envision a place I was familiar with, I could not achieve the lucid balance. It's only when I give up and envisioned a modified or unfamiliar place where I could proceed. This needs working on, or I'll never be able to attain full control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it took me way too long and way too much effort to enter dreamland and achieve lucid status. Unacceptable. I need practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Bedtime now. Looks like it took me 20 minutes to type this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're thinking of right now, but I must assure you this is no piece of geek fiction. As weird or extra-terrestrial this may be, it's something I'm devoting myself into. The mystery of it all compels me, and the potential in such godly control... it's unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day I am able to muster this, I can be living two lives. A student in the day, someone else completely different with a whole second life at night. Considering sleep occupies about 6-9 hours each day, I would really be living two completely lives. Three, four, more, anything. I can be who I want to be, do what I want to do, meet who I want to meet... The potential seriously scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm gonna attempt it again. Goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7993208023050927003?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7993208023050927003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7993208023050927003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7993208023050927003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7993208023050927003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/07/merry-romp-through-dreamland.html' title='A merry romp through dreamland;'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4225166895652611063</id><published>2011-07-17T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:42:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So maybe this post is all about me being a coward cos I have no guts to say something I would like to say to someone's face which I obviously can't for many specific reasons. Basically,  the pronouncement of being unable to do something has been over-used by humanity but I would assume that there is a base degree which is unspoken but generally acknowledged by all to define the said breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's just that my degree is too high or yours is too low, but seriously, you go around the world and doing everything unnecessary when you can actually do something which will enable you to counter the self-imposed sentence of being "unable to do something".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base point: You need to do something about your prioritizing or one day  you're gonna drag the world down with you. Well to be honest, I wouldn't be giving a shit if this doesn't affect me, but unfortunately it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:// I have no idea how the hell you run your life. I feel sad to tell you that I see you crashing and burning in the near future. Good game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4225166895652611063?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4225166895652611063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4225166895652611063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4225166895652611063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4225166895652611063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-maybe-this-post-is-all-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4950627042383902684</id><published>2011-06-26T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T06:28:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about sexy.</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/-dT0xhXkiDV4/TgczBAfh8wI/AAAAAAAAARg/foCO4qyH2jE/s1600/Angsty%2BKevin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dT0xhXkiDV4/TgczBAfh8wI/AAAAAAAAARg/foCO4qyH2jE/s400/Angsty%2BKevin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622518752200487682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having loads of fun watching Ghetto Justice. Kevin makeths a cool lawyer yeshhh.&lt;br /&gt;L. A. Law ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm positively loving this pair right now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ksvss_MP9k/TgczBK0D8eI/AAAAAAAAARY/0twdhURaWTU/s1600/Erik%2BCharles%2BStare.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ksvss_MP9k/TgczBK0D8eI/AAAAAAAAARY/0twdhURaWTU/s400/Erik%2BCharles%2BStare.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622518754970956258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so adorable??&lt;br /&gt;Edit: They are suppose to be moving and lovingly glancing at each other, but thanks to blogger they aren't.&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/2453138933018019279-4950627042383902684?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4950627042383902684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4950627042383902684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4950627042383902684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4950627042383902684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/06/talk-about-sexy.html' title='Talk about sexy.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dT0xhXkiDV4/TgczBAfh8wI/AAAAAAAAARg/foCO4qyH2jE/s72-c/Angsty%2BKevin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4034641853756729413</id><published>2011-06-25T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:33:23.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooh mememe, I wanna scrub clothes on his abs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4034641853756729413?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4034641853756729413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4034641853756729413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4034641853756729413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4034641853756729413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/06/ooooh-mememe-i-wanna-scrub-clothes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-533978438278341253</id><published>2011-06-24T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T05:18:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I plug my earphones in,&lt;br /&gt;I plug my earphones out,&lt;br /&gt;I plug my earphones in,&lt;br /&gt;And shake them all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooo, for the past few tens of hours I've been hearing nothing but the sounds of them bulldozing and ripping the tanjong pagar train station apart right outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried closing all the windows and doubling my volumes and blasting my speakers but those terrible sounds of destruction continue to pervade all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't they have chosen a better day to pull the place down? Like today's my designated movie and drama day you farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, better yet, why the hell even relocating the train service and pulling down the iconic train station and its decades of tradition at all? Stupid KTM and their corrupted practices and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... no more yummy tulang from the train station for me ever again :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-533978438278341253?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/533978438278341253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=533978438278341253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/533978438278341253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/533978438278341253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-plug-my-earphones-in-i-plug-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6356550777932800962</id><published>2011-06-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:20:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love sharing birthdays with hot actors :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6356550777932800962?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6356550777932800962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6356550777932800962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6356550777932800962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6356550777932800962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-sharing-birthdays-with-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7679434226943145449</id><published>2011-06-06T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:06:17.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd rather be down in my basement, with the Reel To Reel, and bow out gracefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7679434226943145449?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7679434226943145449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7679434226943145449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7679434226943145449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7679434226943145449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/06/id-rather-be-down-in-my-basement-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7470238074969457122</id><published>2011-06-06T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:03:54.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So handsome! 8D&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/2453138933018019279-7470238074969457122?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7470238074969457122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7470238074969457122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7470238074969457122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7470238074969457122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-handsome-8d.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6954112609553823933</id><published>2011-05-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:51:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much has changed,&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like yesterday that I ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fine. It's strange, but I feel as though I've known my new classmates for life. Despite only having met them a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L4D2 has been good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I lose this feeling of missing so many things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit, my sister has fallen into the category of people who are unfortunately unable to distinguish between "borrow" and "lend".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not borrow you my iPod. Neither will you lend anything else from me.&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/2453138933018019279-6954112609553823933?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6954112609553823933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6954112609553823933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6954112609553823933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6954112609553823933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-much-has-changed-but-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1974618476692358402</id><published>2011-05-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:00:19.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;RECENTLY ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO EAT AND EAT AND EAT AND EAT AND EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO DAMN HUNGRY 24/7 AND ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO EAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!&lt;/span&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/2453138933018019279-1974618476692358402?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1974618476692358402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1974618476692358402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1974618476692358402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1974618476692358402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/05/recently-all-i-want-to-do-si-to-eat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8177345571853111104</id><published>2011-05-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:12:30.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing as the GE Results Show is airing right now, lemme air some thoughts, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, let me put it upfront - I am a PAP supporter. I base my choice on many reasons, with one of the strongest being the fact that for the past 17 years of my life in a PAP GRC, I have zero grievances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Our dearest Lee Kuan Yew. Our nation was built from scratch by him and his PAP. Imagine of Low Thia Khiang was the one in charge. Would we be living in the same Singapore? I highly doubt so. So he and other opposition leaders left LKY to do all the&lt;br /&gt; hard work, and when Singapore is all stable and dandy, they step in to attempt to wrestle control away from people who made it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how ugly I think LTK is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks would bring me to my next point: Nicole Seah.&lt;br /&gt;For fuck's sakes people, stop worshipping her like a goddess. She is in the advertising business, NATURALLY she CAN speak well. But if you're going to equate words with action, you're just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, Nicole Seah is a yuppie with absolute zero experience in running a country, let alone a GRC or SMC (this is directed to you folks who compare her with LKY). Think about this: If Nicole Seah was a 60-year-old man who delivered the EXACT same speeches, would anyone give a hoot about him? Truthful answer would be NO. People are just crazy over her because she's a rare sight in political science, i.e. a young female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON. Have I told you how much I detest people who unfortunately suffer from the inability to pronounce simple, common words like "opportunity" and "presentation" and yet continue to use them despite how ridiculous the mispronunciations sound?? This goes out to the MP who mispronounced "opportunity" in his victory speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, let me reproduce what I typed on fb. You know what? I think PAP should tactfully lose some of the seats to the opposition. Lose as many as you can without relinquishing the majority hold on the parliament. Let Singaporeans have a taste of the opposition, and let the opposition try managing all the GRCs they want. Everybody can campaign, but not everyone can undertake the task of caring for a GRC or SMC. Come, let them try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next issue - ministers' salaries. LTK relentlessly jabs at that wound. To that, I only have 3 things to say. 1) Many of these MPs gave up much higher-paying jobs to become an MP, that renders your point about they being money-hungry invalid. 2) Can you swear that the opposition won't be paid/request the same amount if they take up the posts too? And 3) At least we know that PAP is free of corruption. Sorry, but I don't trust opposition operations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and, OMG, who the f is Chen Show Mao? Wtf are you doing, LTK, to be roping in a freakin' TAIWANESE to run for a GRC in Singapore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH GOH CHOK TONG, CONGRATS ON RESCUING MARINE PARADE FROM THE GRASP OF AN OVERRATED AND UNDEREXPERIENCED YOUNGSTER. Also, congrats to yet another Crescentian for the victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, SINGAPOREANS NEED TO REFLECT ON THE FACT THAT THEY VOTED AN UNKNOWN PERSON WHO POPPED OUT FROM NOWHERE OVER THEIR COUNTRY'S SM WHO HAS DONE SO MUCH FOR THEM. Go home and THINK about it. Wake up your ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aljunied, congratulations. You have 5 years to repent and regret. &lt;br /&gt;The opposition is all crap and no action, they haven't done 0.1% of what PAP has done for our nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I will be an eligible voter for the next GE :D&lt;br /&gt;My vote is simple, I will vote for the party which would not insist on evicting Spottiswoode Park residents and bulldozing my home to build some touristy shite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Happy Mothers' Day, Ma. You can play with my dog for 1 day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8177345571853111104?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8177345571853111104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8177345571853111104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8177345571853111104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8177345571853111104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/05/seeing-as-ge-results-show-is-airing.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7537726819884224371</id><published>2011-05-05T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:33:08.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never lost a captain's ball match all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7537726819884224371?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7537726819884224371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7537726819884224371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7537726819884224371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7537726819884224371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-what-ive-never-lost-captains-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5673173584948235066</id><published>2011-04-30T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:46:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"While attending fifth grade in Great Britain, Kevin was in a fight with another student, who made racist remarks. Since Kevin was short in stature, he lost the fight easily. Kevin had not been embroiled in any other fights since the incident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute. But now you have pwnsome muscles and good height, go trash that asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5673173584948235066?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5673173584948235066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5673173584948235066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5673173584948235066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5673173584948235066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/04/while-attending-fifth-grade-in-great.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4066542883113999285</id><published>2011-04-27T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:03:02.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new, Nick?</title><content type='html'>Oh not much, I couldn't drive Jimmy Gibb's stock car over a bridge, so I'm crawling through a shit-filled sewer, so I can lower it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a storm sewer. It. Is. Just. A. Storm. Sewer. A sewer filled with bodies. This is sanitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breathing shit air into my lungs. It is being absorbed into my bloodstream. I am literally full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pleasant thought, if any of us gets pounced, we're gonna be fully-submerged in shit water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, is nobody else freaked out right now? We're walking through a freakin' sewer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously look, I'll pay anyone of you a thousand bucks right now to give me a piggy back ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4066542883113999285?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4066542883113999285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4066542883113999285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4066542883113999285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4066542883113999285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-new-nick.html' title='What&apos;s new, Nick?'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8722589964564142218</id><published>2011-04-27T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:02:14.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My resolution for Academic Year 2011 is to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be punctual in handing in ALL assignments&lt;br /&gt;-Be an asset, not a liability, to my group members&lt;br /&gt;-Bond with every single classmate and work well with them&lt;br /&gt;-Ace all presentations&lt;br /&gt;-Balance work with enough play&lt;br /&gt;-Get a GPA of 3.9 and above&lt;br /&gt;-PWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8722589964564142218?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8722589964564142218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8722589964564142218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8722589964564142218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8722589964564142218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-resolution-for-academic-year-2011-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3713045671290691495</id><published>2011-04-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:16:05.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have not... come this far... to die now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Name's Nick, but don't bother learning it 'cause I ain't sticking around much longer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGVtdePsBGc/TbOdMfemxvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vh1a-JmfxDs/s1600/Nick%2BPose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGVtdePsBGc/TbOdMfemxvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vh1a-JmfxDs/s400/Nick%2BPose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598991599685519090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, but I'm going through one of my Nick fetish moments right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here to dedicate 1 whole post to the hottest guy in Left 4 Dead 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that guy's one sexy bastard. His suit is a killer.&lt;br /&gt; JUST LOOK AT IT. THE SUIT, DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run my hands all over that sex suit. The suit, not Nick. But Nick, too, now that I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely love it when it gets all blood-stained. Both Nick and his suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should have known better than to keep playing a Nick. NO, I shouldn't! Why have I been so stupid? I should play as that annoying touch-me-and-I'll-orgasm-loudly Rochelle. So I may visually feast on Nick. And his suit. Throughout the whole campaign. And stop Rochelle from being an utter screaming bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Brains come out of a suit, but swamp water doesn't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3713045671290691495?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3713045671290691495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3713045671290691495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3713045671290691495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3713045671290691495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-not-come-this-far-to-die-now.html' title='I have not... come this far... to die now.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGVtdePsBGc/TbOdMfemxvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vh1a-JmfxDs/s72-c/Nick%2BPose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2211014819869146744</id><published>2011-04-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:35:30.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and seeing Bosco kowtowing completely opened the floodgates</title><content type='html'>First post using my new laptop, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I actually teared watching a TVB drama in a LONG time. Damn. Like, damn. DAMN I TRIED SO HARD NOT TO AND I SUCCEEDED. Until Bosco decides to come along, drop to his knees, and smash his cute little forehead on the ground at the funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE MADE BOSCO KOWTOW! I KEPT HUGGING MY LAPTOP SCREEN LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS WHEN I SAW THAT CAN!! LIKE, HOW COULD THEY BE SO MEAN TO POOR BOSCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE. IS. SO. ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he better not die a brutal death in that drama or the producers are going to get the same fate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUKOT SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2211014819869146744?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2211014819869146744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2211014819869146744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2211014819869146744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2211014819869146744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-seeing-bosco-kowtowing-completely.html' title='...and seeing Bosco kowtowing completely opened the floodgates'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7875160642177217840</id><published>2011-03-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:51:04.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright I shall now replace my HKD post with... THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's THIS? You ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is to tell you that I NEED MORE ACTION IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE CAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months rotting at home, I was just about getting totally used to it but then A CAMP, out of freakin' nowhere! And dang, after I went for that camp I realised I NEED ALL THAT ACTION BACK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I suddenly recalled how awesome having action in my life was and DUUUUUUUUDE I NEED A SHOT OF ACTION LIKE, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 April, please come pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7875160642177217840?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7875160642177217840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7875160642177217840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7875160642177217840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7875160642177217840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/03/alright-i-shall-now-replace-my-hkd-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8861794672469259206</id><published>2011-03-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:55:08.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little forensic heroes III blab</title><content type='html'>Omghash, I can't wait for FH3. Now that I think of it, having Wayne Lai instead of Kevin as main lead may not be so bad after all. I'll be sad not seeing Frankie Lam anymore. He is pretty charming... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Oooh, just went to the dramawiki page for FH3. Just a few things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wayne Lai's name in FH3 is Jack. Yay another cool Jack! Jacks are cool. So are Jacs. Jack and Jac make good matches. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Hon plays Wayne's mum. Wait whut? Aren't they about the same age in real life? Dang, how is she gonna pull that one off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kate Tsui(PUKE) is Ron's superior. And of course they develop another relationship. Go away Kate, why do you soil up series after series? You can't act, you can't sing, you can't dance, you don't appeal, go home sleep lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charmaine. WHY. Why did you do this to me? I was so looking forward to see the WayneMaine thingy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WAYNE'S ALLEGED "HOT AND BUFFED-UP" LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. SS post after my upcoming TVB presentation post I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound happy. No I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8861794672469259206?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8861794672469259206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8861794672469259206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8861794672469259206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8861794672469259206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-forensic-heroes-iii-blab.html' title='a little forensic heroes III blab'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5215905155115632838</id><published>2011-03-10T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:12:44.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousers gonna jealous</title><content type='html'>I am going to enjoy good food and company(nothing of that sort, mind you) for 1 week straight starting from... 5pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will catch sexy fish and dedicate it to sexy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finish reading World War Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not play with the squids I catch lest I develop feelings for them and start feeling depressed when I have to chop them up and cook them. (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will scream when I see sea cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not cut myself on any more barnacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share the joy of hk dramas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wake up before 8am every single morning despite having been waking up at close to noon for the past 3 months. Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE NOOBS HAHAHA HAVE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;*pokes post title*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5215905155115632838?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5215905155115632838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5215905155115632838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5215905155115632838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5215905155115632838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/03/jealousers-gonna-jealous.html' title='jealousers gonna jealous'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4184201225839511040</id><published>2011-03-10T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:28:59.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Complaint</title><content type='html'>SGH's vending machines are total ripoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 1 cup of hot milo and 1 cup of iced milo. The hot milo was fine, but the iced milo was crap. Firstly, it didn't even have ice. It was hot. And not only was it hot, it also only filled 2/3 of the cup. So if I had pressed hot milo instead, I would have gotten the same thing for the same price, only more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND. The freakin' Sprite. The moment I saw the Sprite I thought dear gawd, why the f is it cloudy??&lt;br /&gt;Upon 1 sip I realised it wasn't even Sprite. It was freakin' 100 Plus. AND NOT ONLY THAT. It was 100 Plus MIXED with some H20. OMG SRSLY? Does SGH think that they can stir in a little H20 to some lousy 100 Plus and market it off as Sprite?! WTF?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. IT HAS NO ICE. EVEN THOUGH IT READ "ICED SPRITE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN DUDE, what if I was allergic to 100 Plus? Or H20? How can a hospital do this? A hospital, out of all places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done. Yay I bought a new laptop. It's aweshum. I love Shum. Omg. I like his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE SINGAPORE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4184201225839511040?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4184201225839511040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4184201225839511040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4184201225839511040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4184201225839511040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/03/pointless-complaint.html' title='Pointless Complaint'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3321711314032053244</id><published>2011-03-01T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:13:21.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I do naught dwink Americun wine!"</title><content type='html'>Blardy hairl, it's an update :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well suck it up, it is, whether anybody reads it or not. Since I tend to use my blog as a diary more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. How do you tell whether a place is a 6-star hotel or restaurant? Simple, you don't feel like you belong there. In fact, you stick out like a blardy sore thumb. No, more like you stick out like a Dragonite in a group of Jigglypuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had buffet dinner with mummy dearest &lt;3 at Raffles Hotel's Billiard and Bar Room. The spread is insane, I would rate that as probably one of the best buffets I've ever eaten. And the hotel itself was like WOAH, but we'll get to that later, or maybe not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being me, was not the least bit familiar with fine dining. At all. So I made the first boo-boo when the waiter so gentlemanly pulled out my seat for me and I sat down abruptly while he was trying to push it back in. Way to show your country-bumness, Jac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, I promptly forgot all my dining etiquette and ignored my napkin. To make things worse, a group of French businessmen took the table beside my mum and I. They were blardy posh and all-too-familiar with the concept of fine dining. In fact, they took the liberty to partake in all sorts of pre-meal stuff like spending about 20 seconds to arrange their napkins on their laps, then arranging everything else on their table. In short, they made my mum and I look like boars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, my mum and I were halfway in the midst of stuffing ourselves. The French doods started to order wine. And damn, the restaurant could tell they were bigwigs, so they specially sent out one of their French chefs to serve them personally. There was this huge French exchange and stuff. And I noticed that the French chef did not bother to serve anyone else in the packed restaurant except them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk how they did that, but soon the French group (6 of them) had a bunch of waiters running back and forth with wine, pouring about 2cm of every bottle into their wine glasses, which they proceeded to swirl for about 5 secs before taking a whiff and declaring their satisfaction. Without even tasting the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy sitting right beside me proclaimed "I do naught dwink Americun wine!". And the waiters started apologising and running back to their goddamn cellar to fetch more... other wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, all this action taking place RIGHT beside me. The tables were about at most 20cm apart. So throughout our whole meal, we had waiters circling our table like hawks, tripping over each other trying to serve those French doods. And my mum and I were completely ignored. Completely. Ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As when I thought stuff were bad enough, the French bigshot beside me started to study my mum and I. He was very openly staring at us with a "oh my gawsh, itz chineze people. Itz ze Chineze. Fazcainaiting." look. When I moved my arm to drink water, I could feel him studying everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally finished our meal and got up to leave, the French doods were still sampling wine. Can you freakin' believe it? Every now and then, they go "Nonono, zis iz nawt it! Zis simply can't do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With waiters running back and forth our tables, you would assume they'd take notice of our needs too right? Wrong. My mum waved her arm, called and motioned at waiters and all, but it took a long time before anyone noticed and came with our bill. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one fucking long post. Where was I. Oh. Right. And then we left. The end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND ZE CREME BRULEE WOZ MAGNIFIQUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3321711314032053244?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3321711314032053244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3321711314032053244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3321711314032053244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3321711314032053244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/03/blardy-hairl-its-update-o-well-suck-it.html' title='&quot;I do naught dwink Americun wine!&quot;'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3588303768327295382</id><published>2011-01-30T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:45:27.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best cry I ever had in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3588303768327295382?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3588303768327295382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3588303768327295382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3588303768327295382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3588303768327295382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-cry-i-ever-had-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-894851454635914993</id><published>2011-01-26T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:54:05.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/Cam-Gigandet-BURLESQUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/Cam-Gigandet-BURLESQUE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"TWILIGHT star CAM GIGANDET will never be able to look at a packet of Famous  Amos cookies in the same way again after using a box to cover his privates in a  saucy scene in new film BURLESQUE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The movie vampire gets naked while performing a striptease for co-star  Christina Aguilera's character in the film and grabs a box of cookies to cover  his exposed manhood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the scene has turned him off Famous Amos for the time being: "I don't  think I'll be eating them for a while." "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched Burlesque with a few Detainees and other awesome maple friends today HEEHEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam Gigandet is hot like DAMN, I couldn't keep my eyes off him through the whole show, wtf is wrong with me???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and the funniest thing was, here we were, hitting on him like crazy through the whole movie, and when the credits rolled I yelled "WHAT THE FUCK, THAT GUY IS THE SAME GUY AS JAMES FROM TWILIGHT?!?!?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uhh k, whatever, gross, eew, we were hitting on James... ah but he's so hot in Burlesque!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I gotta freakin' admit, I never though a guy would EVER, EVER look good with eyeliner, it just screams freakin' GAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he pulled it off and I was like smitten at first sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAMMIT JAC, STOP THIS NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-894851454635914993?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/894851454635914993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=894851454635914993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/894851454635914993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/894851454635914993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/01/twilight-star-cam-gigandet-will-never.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1567305767670459234</id><published>2011-01-10T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:57:22.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I'm going to say is: Study, 'cos the happiness and satisfaction at the end is well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, who am I to say that? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-1567305767670459234?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1567305767670459234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1567305767670459234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1567305767670459234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1567305767670459234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-im-going-to-say-is-study-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3981233064098790198</id><published>2011-01-09T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:32:18.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am fucking scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now is that I'm really glad to have my friends around me now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vikings, I may not know you guys individually, but your messages comfort and inspire me just a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, thank you DETENTION.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the crazy skyping nights till like, 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the advice and for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;Be it good or bad, you guys will be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Detainees &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'mma keep what I have close while I head into the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3981233064098790198?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3981233064098790198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3981233064098790198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3981233064098790198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3981233064098790198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-fucking-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5338722240306014495</id><published>2011-01-01T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:41:29.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TR87YuyhcSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nPqR-HoXhoA/s1600/C%2526C%2BGenerals%2BPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TR87YuyhcSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nPqR-HoXhoA/s1600/C%2526C%2BGenerals%2BPoster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click to enlarge and STARE AT THE CHINESE GENERAL!! F5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still too lazy to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's time to spaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHINESE GENERAL FROM C&amp;amp;C: GENERALS IS LIKE FUCKING HOT.&lt;br /&gt;The USA General has a damn squarish face o_O&lt;br /&gt;And the GLA General's face is like 2/3 covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee I'm in a fix. If I play Command &amp;amp; Conquer: Generals, which faction should I start with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, oh god, I'd love to play the Chinese Army because of their hot general.&lt;br /&gt;But the USA battle themes are the nicest (unsurprisingly, the China battle themes are over-swarmed with stereotypical chinese string instruments).&lt;br /&gt;And the GLA is a terrorist faction! I always play terrorist factions!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5338722240306014495?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5338722240306014495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5338722240306014495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5338722240306014495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5338722240306014495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-still-too-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TR87YuyhcSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nPqR-HoXhoA/s72-c/C%2526C%2BGenerals%2BPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8456505698059836924</id><published>2010-12-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:07:07.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know if you feel the same way, but I really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8456505698059836924?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8456505698059836924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8456505698059836924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8456505698059836924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8456505698059836924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6064695402494806778</id><published>2010-12-23T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:10:34.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no meaning at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6064695402494806778?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6064695402494806778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6064695402494806778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6064695402494806778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6064695402494806778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-meaning-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4233249232149096814</id><published>2010-12-21T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:05:57.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided not to blog about hk after all.&lt;br /&gt;But I most definitely will do one on Universal Studios :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now... my phobia of last episodes is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Down to the last ep in Every Move You Make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to click the play button because once I complete this, there will be nothing left to watch. No more EMYM episodes to enjoy forever. It ends. No more seeing Bowie Lam mindread other people, no more seeing Bosco looking cute when he acts gangster... and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling if I just watch through this episode and that's that, then I wouldn't be giving them due credit or appreciation for their work. Idk, it's a strange feeling. Like they put in so much effort to film this series, all I do is watch online, chiong through 20 episodes, and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough appreciation indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to like Bosco. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my sis got into Crescent. Duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4233249232149096814?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4233249232149096814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4233249232149096814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4233249232149096814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4233249232149096814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/12/decided-not-to-blog-about-hk-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-896115250483678347</id><published>2010-12-11T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T06:03:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY</title><content type='html'>I know I owe 1001 people 1001 things since like, before O levels, heck, even before prelims, but I'm like super super busy now. Either I'm out or my family has dragged me somewhere or I'm playing some random sport or I'm asleep. I haven't even had the freakin' time to upload my hk pics which are like taking up my hp space and STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me get a better grip on my suddenly-free life. I'm not someone who owes, so you'll get what I owe you ultimately. Okayyy? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi Lilen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-896115250483678347?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/896115250483678347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=896115250483678347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/896115250483678347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/896115250483678347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry.html' title='SORRY'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1181420304348895980</id><published>2010-12-07T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:42:30.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's not how you do it. That's not how you do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to blog about hk. Be patient. I'm catching up on my fitness.&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/2453138933018019279-1181420304348895980?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1181420304348895980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1181420304348895980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1181420304348895980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1181420304348895980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-not-how-you-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8232575805099205462</id><published>2010-11-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T06:19:36.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost any interest to blog again. Sucks. Wait till I'm back from hk then see first. And anyway, since I'm here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;I LOVE RED CAMP 7, I LOVE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;VIKINGS&lt;/span&gt;, I LOVE _____&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/2453138933018019279-8232575805099205462?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8232575805099205462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8232575805099205462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8232575805099205462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8232575805099205462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-lost-any-interest-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4464479267734493934</id><published>2010-11-17T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:42:37.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine me and you,&lt;br /&gt;I do,&lt;br /&gt;I think about you day and night&lt;br /&gt;It's only right,&lt;br /&gt;To think about the friends you love&lt;br /&gt;And hold them tight,&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should ring you up,&lt;br /&gt;To spend some time&lt;br /&gt;And talk about random things,&lt;br /&gt;To ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how the world would be,&lt;br /&gt;So very fine,&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life&lt;br /&gt;When you're with me, my friends,&lt;br /&gt;The skies will be blue for all my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4464479267734493934?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4464479267734493934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4464479267734493934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4464479267734493934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4464479267734493934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/imagine-me-and-you-i-do-i-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2027302006648399266</id><published>2010-11-15T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:56:15.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.</title><content type='html'>O levels are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so screwed. I have been totally weaned off my vices.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't feel the pull to watch any dramas. Only movies. And movies can get tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSO is a blissful distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple. Sigh. Oh maple. I think I've been weaned off you as well. FTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST GET MYSELF ADDICTED TO MAPLE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the worse thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird not to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every period of my life has a prime lifeline in the form of a male.&lt;br /&gt;And for my O's, I must thank the key player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TOEe4Bs51JI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IbDZB19WJMc/s1600/CUTE%2BSMILE%2521%2521%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TOEe4Bs51JI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IbDZB19WJMc/s400/CUTE%2BSMILE%2521%2521%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539742964520703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hug him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do a post soon about how I feel that I have been born in the wrong fucking generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go download Counter Strike Online free client and add Exocrine k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'ma kick some ass together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2027302006648399266?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2027302006648399266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2027302006648399266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2027302006648399266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2027302006648399266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/so.html' title='So.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TOEe4Bs51JI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IbDZB19WJMc/s72-c/CUTE%2BSMILE%2521%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-790845134449716812</id><published>2010-11-13T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:04:44.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TN6M0fAqb1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/-F_WtGI7bRE/s1600/We%2BRocks%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TN6M0fAqb1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/-F_WtGI7bRE/s400/We%2BRocks%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539019425017655122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-790845134449716812?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/790845134449716812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=790845134449716812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/790845134449716812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/790845134449716812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/yay-d.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TN6M0fAqb1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/-F_WtGI7bRE/s72-c/We%2BRocks%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-9130817098443438586</id><published>2010-11-13T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T03:58:20.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is so that I won't forget this dream! So there's no need to read it okay. Shoo.</title><content type='html'>Just scroll down to some other post and don't bother reading this please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just had a... weird and wonderful dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It seemed like it lasted a few hours and everything was going on at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) I was an undercover agent for Tony (who was also an undercover agent) and we were infiltrating two gangs separately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) I got lots of close and personal time with him everytime I go back to report info!! (L)(L)(L) Omggggg it's like we'd meet in secretive areas then we'll start talking and his voice... OMG HIS EYESSSSS...... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. HIS EYES ARE SO DEEP AND EXPRESSIVE AND BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) I had to gun down people along the way. Woah. Thanks so much, counterstrike online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) There was this part where all of a sudden I was in a BIG puffy black sequined dress because I had to infiltrate a mob boss's evening reception. Then Tony stepped into the room and got a shock and gave me a cool sleek black pantsuit that looks like what female CID officers wear and told me to change. WOOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) Then there were no fucking toilets, so I had to change under a table, and Tony went out keep a lookout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) Halfway when I was changing, suddenly the mob boss barged in (I was fucking naked and visible under the damn table and the room was tiny) then suddenly Tony burst in as well. But for some strange reason, the mob boss was too angry too see me cos he began to stomp around the room asking Tony how to solve some problem. Then Tony immediate went, "like this" and grabbed a large rotating seat and planted himself in front of the table to hide me completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7) After I was done and the mob boss left, Tony turned and looked at me under the table and went "You okay?" in canto and his face was like 2 inches from mine (AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!) and I said yes. HIS EYES. WERE. OMG. I WANT TO SWIM IN HIS EYES. THEY ARE SO DAMN...SMOTHERING. AND. OVERWHELMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8) Then suddenly a yeti barged into the room and tried to kill everyone(somehow teh room was suddenly full), and we started to shoot, it took damn long to kill, so in the end I became diplomatic and started to talk to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9) Uhh, then it changed into Karen Mok (WTF?) who apologised for attacking us and made friends with me. Yeah, but that was after she stampeded around and killed so many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10) Then when everything ended, I was sent back to school. Then suddenly I saw someone damn familiar. It was Karen Mok, who was in some JC uniform and studying with her friends. And we said hi and I was like "OMG YOU'RE SO YOUNG?!" And then she wished me luck for O levels (ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I STILL CAN'T RUN AWAY FROM IT IN MY DREAMS?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, I missed out so many things. Like the scene which there were murderous baboons in the toilet cubicles which bared their asses and teeth and scared everyone away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And more scenes with Tony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BUT I CAN ONLY VAGUELY REMEMBER A FEW SECONDS OF EVERYTHING!!! T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why the hell are you still reading? This is obviously a post for myself only. So that I will forever remember the first ever dream I had which is entirely in fluent Cantonese!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-9130817098443438586?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/9130817098443438586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=9130817098443438586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9130817098443438586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9130817098443438586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-post-is-so-that-i-wont-forget-this.html' title='This post is so that I won&apos;t forget this dream! So there&apos;s no need to read it okay. Shoo.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2383259904604720319</id><published>2010-11-09T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:56:13.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:200%;" &gt;𨳒&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my new answer to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2383259904604720319?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2383259904604720319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2383259904604720319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2383259904604720319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2383259904604720319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-my-new-answer-to-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-493666191923229977</id><published>2010-11-08T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:10:46.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"He brings his trademark smoldering charisma to the film, sometimes appearing to underplay his role as the villain. However, gone is the somewhat impish, self-conscious charm that usually reveals him to be a lovable rogue, replaced here with a cold intensity that speaks silent volumes about a man who's done terrible, terrible things. Leung is no stranger to tortured roles, but he seems to sublimate those emotions so much more in Lust, Caution, using his famously expressive eyes to do far more than most actors can do with whole pages of dialogue. Leung's final moments in the film are especially effective, his eyes revealing a quiet devastation..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the most fitting description of Tony I've ever seen... ALMOST.&lt;br /&gt;It still lacks a bit more. I mean there's nothing in there about him being cute.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, he's cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"An extremely versatile actor who is probably among the best Hong Kong has to offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough. But Yes to the extreme versatility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm bored :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue surfing the net for praises about my darling Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA HIS CHILDHOOD PHOTO SHO CUTEEEEEE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;HAHA I WANNA HUG HIM!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-493666191923229977?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/493666191923229977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=493666191923229977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/493666191923229977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/493666191923229977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-brings-his-trademark-smoldering.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1252567600619398098</id><published>2010-11-08T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T06:12:20.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INFERNAL AFFAIRS (L)(L)(L)</title><content type='html'>Went downstairs to play basketball for the first time in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for 2 hour, had to share halfcourt with 5 China guys that were playing topless @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my neck is cracking, my kidney hurts(again), my spine is tingling and my arms hurt. Oh and my butt too. Why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml, SGH checkup is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going for these asshit backbone check ups. Leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-1252567600619398098?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1252567600619398098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1252567600619398098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1252567600619398098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1252567600619398098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/infernal-affairs-lll.html' title='INFERNAL AFFAIRS (L)(L)(L)'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4890763223401451138</id><published>2010-11-07T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:38:43.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinky people are kinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TNdwoPx5NCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lUvrsUOwXhk/s1600/CS+FML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 436px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TNdwoPx5NCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lUvrsUOwXhk/s400/CS+FML.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537018103608194082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sleepy after SS but my mum wants to drag me out for buffet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sleepy for buffet... ever heard of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY CAN'T WAIT TO BUY CS:SOURCE!&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/2453138933018019279-4890763223401451138?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4890763223401451138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4890763223401451138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4890763223401451138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4890763223401451138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/kinky-people-are-kinky.html' title='kinky people are kinky'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TNdwoPx5NCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lUvrsUOwXhk/s72-c/CS+FML.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3546430767725262730</id><published>2010-11-02T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:18:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there's a sad past behind many successful actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Tony's eyes are so deep and soulful. They reflect all the pain and suffering he endured as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his acting is so genuine because his emotions are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy. I feel so sad for him ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, I really dig his hot Brit accent. He officially replaces Donnie as the hottest hk actor with the coolest English accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hug him ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:// It's officially proven that I get emo over the strangest things after midnight for virtually no reason. That's gay. Stop it. Stop it D:{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3546430767725262730?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3546430767725262730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3546430767725262730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3546430767725262730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3546430767725262730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-theres-sad-past-behind-many.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7342819700397170443</id><published>2010-11-01T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:59:20.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you love how all the hot people are named "Tony"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TM7JZ3TT1zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ggcOuAtEQhM/s1600/Biker+Tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TM7JZ3TT1zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ggcOuAtEQhM/s400/Biker+Tony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534582438263772978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking melting in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity I can't find a pic on google of him smiling. I'd spontaneously combust.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, his half-smile can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my darling Tony for accompanying me today.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I only started my geog revision at 11pm, but IT'S OKAY. Every second was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why am I having such thoughts about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7342819700397170443?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7342819700397170443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7342819700397170443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7342819700397170443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7342819700397170443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-you-love-how-all-hot-people-are.html' title='don&apos;t you love how all the hot people are named &quot;Tony&quot;?'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TM7JZ3TT1zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ggcOuAtEQhM/s72-c/Biker+Tony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5292007902133671534</id><published>2010-10-31T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:53:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"1  universe, 8 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas, 6 billion  people and I met you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once those spam chains people had gotten something right.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for wasting my whole weekend, my WHOLE BLOODY WEEKEND watching hk movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I actually ask myself whether I ever regret liking hk movies and drama.&lt;br /&gt;Do I?&lt;br /&gt;It's ruining my O's now and on the way to ruin my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I don't :)&lt;br /&gt;These guys make my day more times than I can count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5292007902133671534?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5292007902133671534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5292007902133671534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5292007902133671534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5292007902133671534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-universe-8-planets-204-countries-809.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6395036010515670716</id><published>2010-10-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:12:02.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RBTL</title><content type='html'>Life sucks for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do you do this to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for o's to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why are you trying to hold everything up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll spam all my dramas and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is not your job, you're just a teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll go to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please learn to be selfish. PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go back to maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're not weak. You're no weaker than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm just able to suppress everything better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K cya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes. Nobody knows shit about what I'm really thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not even you, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6395036010515670716?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6395036010515670716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6395036010515670716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6395036010515670716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6395036010515670716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-sucks-for-me-right-now.html' title='RBTL'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8707519206905701495</id><published>2010-10-29T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T03:20:21.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just doesn't feel like O's at all.</title><content type='html'>Uhh, yeah. What the title says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's in Malaysia now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and Tay Ping Hui's in Singapore!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8707519206905701495?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8707519206905701495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8707519206905701495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8707519206905701495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8707519206905701495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-just-doesnt-feel-like-os-at-all.html' title='It just doesn&apos;t feel like O&apos;s at all.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1706858297056947016</id><published>2010-10-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:34:06.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0:52</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="312"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6zpzXqq2AB4?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/6zpzXqq2AB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:140%;" &gt;THEY FUCK WITH MY HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: my taste in my music is getting more and more extreme, thanks to O's.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because I'm beginning to really identify with anger thrash metal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-1706858297056947016?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8842821752969685805</id><published>2010-10-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:10:35.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, but will it blend?</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy yet I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep yet I can't focus on revision.&lt;br /&gt;I want to revise yet I'm too sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person feeling like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum bought me Reese's.&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love my mum :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8842821752969685805?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8842821752969685805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8842821752969685805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8842821752969685805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8842821752969685805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-so-sleepy-yet-i-cant-sleep.html' title='yeah, but will it blend?'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2472851835740711761</id><published>2010-10-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:59:02.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;You... are like a warm goldfish. You're so cute.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm bloody scared that your cheeks will fall off if I squeeze them.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. NO WEIRD THOUGHTS AT THIS TIME PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 paper down, 7 more to own. &lt;br /&gt;I will get as many A1s as I can. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Donnie's hot :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2472851835740711761?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2472851835740711761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2472851835740711761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2472851835740711761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2472851835740711761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5124480457648687919</id><published>2010-10-22T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:14:45.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yeah I wish I could just live life being a fucking happy idiot without a care in this shit world like so many people seem to think I am.&lt;br /&gt;For the last fucking time, it's called a&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE FUCKING HAPPY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME PRETEND FOR AWHILE THAT I AM??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND STOP MESSING WITH MY FEELINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I beg you.&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/2453138933018019279-5124480457648687919?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5124480457648687919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5124480457648687919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5124480457648687919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5124480457648687919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/yeah-i-wish-i-could-just-live-life.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4242403480113081478</id><published>2010-10-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:30:27.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's overwhelming.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know what you mean.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh really?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you really mean that?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NO.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If only you knew.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm glad that happened.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you get the hint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4242403480113081478?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4242403480113081478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4242403480113081478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4242403480113081478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4242403480113081478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/thats-overwhelming.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8159089371540040635</id><published>2010-10-15T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:09:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pokemon Emerald life, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day just Pokemon battles, my Pokemon love me, all the other trainers revere me, all my rivals sweep the floor after me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. My Dad is a freakin' Pokemon Gym Leader. How freaking cool is that? PLUS, He's HOT.&lt;br /&gt;A hot father who is respected and renowned around Hoenn... And talks way cool, challenges me to gym battles and calls me to ask about my progress in Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ahh I love my life&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my life, 1 week left to O's and I'm playing Pokemon Emerald?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8159089371540040635?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8159089371540040635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8159089371540040635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8159089371540040635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8159089371540040635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2807050980513176824</id><published>2010-10-15T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:00:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help ):</title><content type='html'>I'm losing track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I woke up and the sky was bright. 2 things came into my mind: is it time for tuition already? why am I dressed like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was wearing my white OBS shirt and school shorts - exactly what I wore to school on friday.&lt;br /&gt;So then I freaked out, OMG I DIDNT BATHE YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I don't bathe, it means I had fallen asleep without realising.&lt;br /&gt;Then I freaked out further, OMG I DIDN'T EAT MY DINNER YESTERDAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I immediately tried to recall what happened the night before.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I couldn't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember eating dinner, bathing, doing any revision... I couldn't even remember going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I seriously freaked, did I like lose my memory of the whole of last night? Why couldn't I remember any thing at all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... it dawned on me.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately checked my watch.&lt;br /&gt;It was 5.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was freaking why I couldn't remember anything, BECAUSE IT WAS STILL FRIDAY EVENING, I didn't even experience Friday night YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was fall asleep at 2pm after reaching home, had a nice 3 hour plus sleep (which is almost the equivalent of one night's sleep for me recently), woke up at 5, and assumed it was Saturday already due to the still-bright skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I panicked like shit in bed for like 10 minutes before I finally realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need serious help, this is just... I'm freaking losing track of time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2807050980513176824?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2807050980513176824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2807050980513176824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2807050980513176824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2807050980513176824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/help.html' title='help ):'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-8407677259269238836</id><published>2010-10-07T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T07:50:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice change of atmosphere</title><content type='html'>Mum: Don't scream ok. What do you think? *steps into room wearing a brown straight floral dress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (O_O!) Uhh... you show me before lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yeah I know. Do you think my butt is fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (oh my gawd how come I don't see any boobs... suddenly she so flat??) Huh? Butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You know... considering I'm 42 and have given birth twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (where did her boobs disappear to?!) Huh... uhh... no I where got say your butt fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Sure or not? *caresses her posterior*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err...Ma... are you wearing bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yeah I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How come suddenly your chest like so flat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I'm wearing the sports bra lah! The flat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay... wait, are you sure you're wearing bra?? How come I can see your nipples??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yes I am! *looks into neck hole to check* Oh... it slipped down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .....................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-8407677259269238836?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/8407677259269238836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=8407677259269238836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8407677259269238836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/8407677259269238836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-change-of-atmosphere.html' title='A nice change of atmosphere'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3350664010627479351</id><published>2010-10-07T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:20:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It scares me. I remember bantering with some friends about "hey we're 'graduating' in one month!"&lt;br /&gt;Then "Eh, you know farewell assembly is like in 2 weeks??"&lt;br /&gt;Then "omg do you realise this is our last week officially in Crescent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, tomorrow's our last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, of course I am, but the point of this post is not to talk about how sad I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw sadness, I'm officially scared.&lt;br /&gt;Time has proved once again how absolute and mercilessly-swift it can be.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it did not feel at all long ago when "Yay, finally Sec 4 year! We're like the oldest now! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's freaking what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I'm scared?&lt;br /&gt;Because this time thing is going to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;It feels horrible now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna happen again down the road.&lt;br /&gt;I can just envision the day when I hit 50, and I think "Fucking hell, I'm at the midpoint of my life already (figuratively speaking). I can't believe it, just awhile ago and I was worrying about graduating from my secondary school?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I hit 80 (with enough luck), the same whole time-assessment thing will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to exactly put this is words, but it's the helplessness I feel every time I breeze some major point in my life. It's really frightening. It's like a conclusion. There's no turning back because it's the end of that chapter, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can things actually end so easily? It makes me feel so powerless.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now is just going to be amplified many times in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know something? I have typed so much &lt;strike&gt;things&lt;/strike&gt;shit since I started, and until now I still haven't got what I actually feel and fear properly down in words. I should just freaking stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm just what, 16? It's too early to be worrying about death, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just like how it was too early to be thinking about farewell assembly when we entered in Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt? There is no such fucking thing as "too early".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defining something as "too early" is like underestimating Time.&lt;br /&gt;And by now I know that underestimating Time is like the most foolish mistake anyone can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I underestimated time, now I find myself scared and unsure. I don't want to feel the same way, multiplied by like 100, when I reach 70 or 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna underestimate time. So I am going to brace myself for death. And I shall start by describing how post-death would be like, so I know what to brace myself for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Technically speaking, we only have 1 life. No, I don't believe in souls. I am a person of science, and science rules that our "souls" are actually our brain. We think, therefore we are. Our "souls" which dictate our lives and make us...us, is nothing more than a mass of neurons and brain folds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, when we die, I believe we die. So what happens?&lt;br /&gt;Since we have no (scientifically possible) afterlife, or reincarnations, we just, you know, cease to exist on the surface of the Earth forever.&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume we'll be trapped in a state of limbo. No Inception reference intended. I have no mood to.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be trapped in that state of Limbo for eternity. For as long as the world exists.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being trapped in permanent sleep. It's so scary. I mean, for freaking ETERNITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just gonna wait, and wait, and wait for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you die, life goes on for everyone else, but not you. You reach a dead end. And what's in store for you is an endless eternity of...nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scrolls up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuck, that's alot. Must be my freaking longest post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case whichever foolish person has followed the post all the way here hasn't realised, this post has no other purpose than to throw everything into perspective for me.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's for me to seek solace by penning down all the shit floating around my head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Please go reclaim the last few precious minutes of your life wasted reading this post by doubling up on some random revision you plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last note: Maybe one day I will have to guts to tell you everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3350664010627479351?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3350664010627479351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3350664010627479351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3350664010627479351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3350664010627479351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-scares-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-9104323116374415030</id><published>2010-10-06T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:44:27.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read my archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I used to be such an innocent and happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-9104323116374415030?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/9104323116374415030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=9104323116374415030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9104323116374415030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9104323116374415030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/read-my-archives.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6086712818355960113</id><published>2010-10-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:45:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part.&lt;br /&gt;You can't even passively take part.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the levers,&lt;br /&gt;Upon all the apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to make it stop&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to indicate to the people who run it,&lt;br /&gt;To the people who own it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;That unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all&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/2453138933018019279-6086712818355960113?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6086712818355960113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6086712818355960113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6086712818355960113'/><link 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/&gt;Me: Hey&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Hi asl?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (uhh...) 17 F Canada, you?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: 19 M England. Want to have internet sex?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *disconnects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Hey wats up&lt;br /&gt;Me: The sky&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: are u a gurl?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: U horny?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: fuck off *disconnects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok...right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: hi&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: asl?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi. 17 F Ireland(sorry CQP, that was the first country that came to my mind)&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Cool... so, can i ask u a question?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I don't want sex.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: *disconnects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 (apparently guys ask me for sex when they find out I'm female. Ok, tactic change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey (:&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: asl?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: 18 M australia&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: o&lt;br /&gt;Me: You?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: china&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your age and gender...?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: china&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... ok so what are you into?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: im talking 2 u now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I mean, what are your interests?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: 对不起，你能说中文吗？&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... *disconnects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 (still gonna stick as a male. I'm scared.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: r u naked?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sigh. all right, let's see where this goes.) yes.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: i'm so hot for u.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hold up. asl?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: im a good loocking californian man. 23&lt;br /&gt;Me: 20 M England&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: wil u suk my dick?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: wait u r a male?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: its ok my gf broke up wit me last night. im horny now, im desperate.. pls suk my dick pls.!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH MY GOODNESS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD. *disconnect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it wasn't exactly a very pleasant (get it? pleasure? ok please ignore that) experience on Omegle, and for obvious reasons, I'm not going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's better than chatroulette, still.&lt;br /&gt;Chatroulette has webcam, and 90% of the time the other party is stroking his dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEREBY WASH MY HANDS, MIND AND SEVERELY-TORTURED SOUL OF THIS NONSENSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2483455277991213411?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2483455277991213411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2483455277991213411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2483455277991213411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2483455277991213411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-since-jee-yen-tried-so-hard-to-sell.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2092181667954994259</id><published>2010-09-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:43:24.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TKSwARRZKZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k79TLV0zxhI/s1600/Smexy+Lips.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TKSwARRZKZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/k79TLV0zxhI/s400/Smexy+Lips.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522732561745914258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, couldn't resist putting that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2092181667954994259?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2092181667954994259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2092181667954994259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2092181667954994259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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exhausting to play cs tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I seem to forget I can't drop from the 4th storey and remain alive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I keep forgetting to check for assholes hiding behind the crates.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I forgot that you can't shoot with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because my brain cells are all dead and I'm not actually awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone left a Tickle-Me-Elmo at the letterboxes at my void deck and I really really wanted to take it home but my dad wouldn't let me :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7938207642239195923?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7938207642239195923/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2203292098903078914</id><published>2010-09-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:40:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I have a green house with a green window.&lt;br /&gt;Green is the colour of all that I wear.&lt;br /&gt;Green are the streets and all the trees are too.&lt;br /&gt;I have many girl friends and they are so green.&lt;br /&gt;Green are the people here that walk around,&lt;br /&gt;Green like my corvette, it's standing outside.&lt;br /&gt;Green are the words I say and what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Green are the feelings that live inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2203292098903078914?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1002573442142431972</id><published>2010-09-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:39:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for that one day you push someone overboard with your fucked-up demeanor and you get your "pretty" little heart stabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that person wouldn't be me. I'll be out and away from your life before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll re-enter and turn your life upside down, who knows? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you made me hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only way to deal with fucked-up people is to be even more fucked-up than them."&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/2453138933018019279-1002573442142431972?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1002573442142431972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1002573442142431972' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwzHPZhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rC1MYEWfS60/s1600/Titanic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwzHPZhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rC1MYEWfS60/s400/Titanic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516990646231983634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwnzje1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/l90OqgBaQ2o/s1600/Cobb+cant+see.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwnzje1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/l90OqgBaQ2o/s400/Cobb+cant+see.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516990643196623698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwBm-ouI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UmOWBxf3qj4/s1600/Let+go,+Fischer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 421px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwBm-ouI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UmOWBxf3qj4/s400/Let+go,+Fischer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516990632943330018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJvpz4TgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k1HzA_SSDuA/s1600/Hands+off,+Leo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJvpz4TgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k1HzA_SSDuA/s400/Hands+off,+Leo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516990626554990082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJvdT4HXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EzVrE9SxICE/s1600/Inception+is+near.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJvdT4HXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EzVrE9SxICE/s400/Inception+is+near.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516990623199534450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who have been up to date with the Strutting Leo fad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBLW_OFiAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QDdquUp6fuI/s1600/Arrogant+Strutting+Leo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBLW_OFiAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QDdquUp6fuI/s400/Arrogant+Strutting+Leo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516992401828579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBLWrI4VPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Otd1SEEADhM/s1600/I%27m+strutting,+not+walking%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 616px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBLWrI4VPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Otd1SEEADhM/s400/I%27m+strutting,+not+walking%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516992396438033650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBLWUqkm6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cWG7pjpbAtc/s1600/Don%27t+Strut+Out%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBLWUqkm6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/cWG7pjpbAtc/s400/Don%27t+Strut+Out%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516992390405331874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2453138933018019279-6009534376734810778?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6009534376734810778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6009534376734810778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6009534376734810778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6009534376734810778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-wants-them-some-inception-memes.html' title='Who wants them some Inception memes? :)'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TJBJwzHPZhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rC1MYEWfS60/s72-c/Titanic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1079969555819126472</id><published>2010-09-04T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:13:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know right.&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/2453138933018019279-1079969555819126472?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3143129996158486033</id><published>2010-08-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:29:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Blackoak Std;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:350%;" &gt;BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYING&lt;/span&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/2453138933018019279-3143129996158486033?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3143129996158486033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3143129996158486033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3143129996158486033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3143129996158486033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/08/brain-cells-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-9212947329597768973</id><published>2010-08-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:52:59.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lameness isn't a best of any world"</title><content type='html'>Do you remember that line? :)&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to read all these while trying to mug my bowels out.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's gear up for our second-final charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-9212947329597768973?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/9212947329597768973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2507011598527070557</id><published>2010-08-24T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:24:59.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you I love you I love you You're so cute hahaha OMG you're SOOOO CUTE YOU KNOW HAHAHA OMG MY HEART IS SO FULL OF LOVE FOR YOU OOOOO IF ONLY YOU KNEW (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be distracted now dammit &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're like so fucking cute omggg damn you why??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2507011598527070557?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-1765845498906941339</id><published>2010-08-21T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:16:56.344-07:00</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TG-Kc1GVy1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/21NUME2k_Uo/s1600/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TG-Kc1GVy1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/21NUME2k_Uo/s400/B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507773097192049490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it doesn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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style="position: absolute; visibility: visible; color: transparent; margin: 0px; border: medium none; z-index: 2147483647; left: 389px; top: 309px;" id="fvdkoff-target-image" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-1765845498906941339?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/1765845498906941339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=1765845498906941339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1765845498906941339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/1765845498906941339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugly-isnt-it-make-sure-it-doesnt-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TG-Kc1GVy1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/21NUME2k_Uo/s72-c/B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7160528425390381554</id><published>2010-08-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:18:12.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you understand yet, Tyler? The world needs you. Get you fictitious ass into reality.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta fucking steer us out of this whole fucked up mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tell Jack I love his name and his quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYLER DURDEN LIVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7160528425390381554?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7160528425390381554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7160528425390381554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7160528425390381554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7160528425390381554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-you-understand-yet-tyler-world.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3833051692107730102</id><published>2010-08-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:45:36.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you open the door and and you step inside.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMe_hGLiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lroLp7yTKoc/s1600/Psycho+Boy+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMe_hGLiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lroLp7yTKoc/s400/Psycho+Boy+Jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016114767179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.&lt;br /&gt;We are all part of the same compost heap.&lt;br /&gt;Where you are now, you can't even imagine how the bottom will be like.&lt;br /&gt;It's only after you've lost everything, then you're free to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMeX78zgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CAT7LI4PS3c/s1600/Tyler+Quote+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMeX78zgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CAT7LI4PS3c/s400/Tyler+Quote+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016104142392834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is static, everything is falling. Everything is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;This is your life. Good to the last drop. Doesn't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;This is your life. And its ending one second at a time.&lt;br /&gt;This is a seminar, this is not a weekend retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMeLudnFI/AAAAAAAAANs/2K_rnZR6mCk/s1600/Tyler+Wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMeLudnFI/AAAAAAAAANs/2K_rnZR6mCk/s400/Tyler+Wallpaper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016100864597074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.&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/2453138933018019279-3833051692107730102?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3833051692107730102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3833051692107730102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3833051692107730102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3833051692107730102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-not-beautiful-and-unique.html' title='You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TGlMe_hGLiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lroLp7yTKoc/s72-c/Psycho+Boy+Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-524945310370615723</id><published>2010-08-06T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:28:29.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-524945310370615723?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/524945310370615723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=524945310370615723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/524945310370615723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/524945310370615723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-wonderful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-3993635543860377652</id><published>2010-08-05T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T03:25:09.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boy! Who doesn't love a long weekend? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to mine like crazy. Little celebration tmr, then BADMINTON with Amanda and Teng Hwee and anyone else who wants to join in :D&lt;br /&gt;After that it's the weekends, during which I have tuition so bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that it's 2 more days of holidays, YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Wednesday it's the collection of the O Level Chinese results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Despite my attempts to psycho myself, the weekend doesn't seem as fun when my Mum isn't in the same country as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and I'll see you on Tuesday! (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-3993635543860377652?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/3993635543860377652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=3993635543860377652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3993635543860377652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/3993635543860377652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-boy-who-doesnt-love-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4502110593233267424</id><published>2010-07-30T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:33:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping for clothes with my friends for the first time of my life. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Bugis with Joey, Amanda and Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, I totally don't belong in Bugis Street. I feel super uncomfortable there. The air is just... not me. I was like suffocating, and when we finally stepped out, the empty open air and the sunshine was like bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to BHG on my request and they were bored and kept nagging me so we went back to bugis street w/o buying anything. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I spent 5 hours at bugis and bought just 1 black shirt which costs $10. Everything else that I wanted was too small or too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THAT PLACE? ALL THE JEANS THEY SELL ARE HIPSTER PANTS AND ALL THE JACKETS ARE SUPER SHORT (Joey: they're supposed to be like that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That place is ttl not my kind of place. I belong in OP and Billabong.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, somewhere bright, well-ventilated and devoid of sex toy shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go shopping again soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4502110593233267424?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4502110593233267424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4502110593233267424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4502110593233267424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4502110593233267424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/07/went-shopping-for-clothes-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-353325359610711012</id><published>2010-07-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:01:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing better to do (I wish to think of it this way, anyway), I shall detail (or maybe not) my O level Chinese listening comprehension experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before that I seriously didn't know what to expect. At first in class we did loads of past year papers and I thought I had the standard figured out, but BAM! 2009 paper totally threw me off. It was super hard! I mean it was tricky shizz, and if I hadn't changed my original set of answers I would have had 14/20.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I pondered for awhile and changed a few and it became 18 BUT STILL I wasn't even confident, it was like lucky shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I wasn't very nervous seeing that it was, despite being the O levels, still a listening comprehension.  More of like curious and excited. Jittery. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the invigilator seemed nice enough :) Then we sat down and I was like hyper conscious of not breaking any rules. I kept doing a full body check every 5 mins to ensure that I had no scraps of paper on myself, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and the radio was started up and we were listening to nice tunes on 92.4FM. It was classical music, and they were playing songs like Moon River by Henry Mancini and Spring (From the Four Seasons). Everyone said later on that the songs were boring shit, but I enjoyed them despite being a hardcore music person. (Must be how everything non-exam-related seems extra lovely during that time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was so funny, cos almost everyone except me were trying to sleep or were resting with their eyes closed. And every 5 mins the radio DJ would go "The O level Chinese Listening Comprehension Examination.." and everyone's heads will shoot up, "...will begin at 3.00pm" and everyone's head goes back down with an irritated expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. I don't understand why they were trying to sleep anyway. I mean, I was scared I might either oversleep, or be groggy when I wake up and yknow, not be on best form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when the thing started I was like super kiasu. First of all the moment they said I could flip the paper, I straight away translated all the questions into English and annotated the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the actual clip played, I jotted down the whole story in Engnese beside the questions so I wouldn't miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I even reasoned with myself for all those tricky questions. And wrote all the reasons down. I recall doing a small mindmap for one of the questions HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's like super kiasu and damn like what lah, but it helped. My mind was like on full alert and my answers, according to the Chinese departments of Crescent Girls' School and Tanjong Katong Secondary School  are all correct. Except question 5, in which everybody is in conflict about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I have just determined my full O level Chinese grade now. No turning back nor changing anything. And I'm gonna receive it in less than 20 days. Good luck to everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-353325359610711012?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/353325359610711012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=353325359610711012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/353325359610711012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/353325359610711012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-i-have-nothing-better-to-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-9112527440785835376</id><published>2010-07-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:36:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my long lost and late birthday post HAHA.</title><content type='html'>(I swear I typed this a long time ago except my firefox hung and it lay in my drafts totally forgotten until by chance my ff crashed again and when I restored my tabs I landed back here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Had an awesome 16th birthday. Never had so many wishes before. And I never had 4 birthday songs sung to me in 1 day before. Thanks so much, everyone. Friends. Family. Minus my sister who acted like I was invisible, as usual. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight was uhh, the weirdest birthday present I have ever gotten in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeH_oBi3I/AAAAAAAAANk/9BaWu1ROZxg/s1600/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeHQnbfAI/AAAAAAAAANc/9yOw9qfLil0/s1600/DSC03046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeHQnbfAI/AAAAAAAAANc/9yOw9qfLil0/s400/DSC03046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495269080390401026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeHDPqrFI/AAAAAAAAANU/UQeWZz_7jHk/s1600/DSC03045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeHDPqrFI/AAAAAAAAANU/UQeWZz_7jHk/s400/DSC03045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495269076801072210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeH_oBi3I/AAAAAAAAANk/9BaWu1ROZxg/s1600/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeH_oBi3I/AAAAAAAAANk/9BaWu1ROZxg/s400/DSC03044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495269093009361778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Ms Penny Ang: "I have never seen a girl get a rifle as a birthday present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. WELL. You know what? I LOVE IT, DUH. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SO KEWL :)&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Zi Qi, Joey, CQP, Teng Hwee, PSP and anyone else who has contributed to buy me this rifle (sorry I don't know the full list as Queen Veronica has her lips sealed about the pricing and stuff). Woohoo! You guys are awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT DOESNT END HERE. I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE WHO HAS CONTRIBUTED TO THE RIFLE GIFT TO SIGN ON THE RIFLE. PLEASEEEEE?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Zi Qi's siggy already. Sign! Yay! You can come to my house. Or request that I bring the rifle someday. Haha. It's gonna add a more sentimental value to the rifle, no? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE YOU GUYS (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-9112527440785835376?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/9112527440785835376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=9112527440785835376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9112527440785835376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/9112527440785835376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-long-lost-and-late-birthday-post.html' title='my long lost and late birthday post HAHA.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mn9UTEci0Cw/TEMeHQnbfAI/AAAAAAAAANc/9yOw9qfLil0/s72-c/DSC03046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-7290557309352982888</id><published>2010-07-05T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T07:01:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED PSYCHIATRIC HELP.</title><content type='html'>Now I know what drug addicts go through when they are deprived of their drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their heart rates increase, their minds are blank, save for thoughts of their drugs, then they start to think so much that they hallucinate, then they try to stop the agony by stuffing themselves with other things but nothing works, and they try to do something else to distract themselves, but that doesn't work eihtherrr!OMGGFFGGGGGALAH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE I MUST MUST MUST WATCH Y&amp;amp;D 6.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T. BECAUSE IF I DO SO I'D LAPSE INTO DEPRESSION BECAUSE THAT WOULD OFFICIALLY CONCLUDE THE Y&amp;amp;D SERIES. NO MORE JORDAN CHAN AS CHICKEN. NO MORE CORNY VULGAR SICK JOKES. NO MORE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LAH I CAN'T FOCUS ON ANYTHING IF I DON'T WATCH. ALL I KEEP THINKING ABOUT IS WATCHING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.I.Must.Not.Watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO AH WHAT TO DO AHHH AHHHHA HHHHHHHH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS CRAZY! CRAZY! I AM CRAZY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-7290557309352982888?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/7290557309352982888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=7290557309352982888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7290557309352982888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/7290557309352982888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-psychiatric-help.html' title='I NEED PSYCHIATRIC HELP.'/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-6300304890396220028</id><published>2010-07-05T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T06:54:27.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Y&amp;amp;D playlist is so kickass it makes me wanna cry when I listen to it &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it goes to show that it's time for ang mohs to stop stereotyping chinese music as those with what gongs and tinks and that horrible opera voice thingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Young and Dangerous officially takes top spot in my list of movie series that have the most number of epic OSTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a 90's movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love Jordan's singing :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY THE FUCK CAN'T MIXPOD PLAY CHINESE MUSIC? SO FUCKING PISSED. RAWR. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT MUSIC ON MY BLOG THEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-6300304890396220028?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/6300304890396220028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=6300304890396220028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6300304890396220028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/6300304890396220028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-y-playlist-is-so-kickass-it-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5970773212846092378</id><published>2010-07-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:48:07.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhey lemme tell you about a new experiment thingy I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in Malaysia and out of boredom of having to sit in a car for hours, I decided to try to be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad stopped at the traffic light, and this Malay guy riding a motorcycle  stopped beside me, in plain view from my side window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was like right beside me, he just glanced casually at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I smiled at him sweetly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his eyes totally widened and he had this o_O look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I smiled even wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the traffic light turned green and my dad zoomed off. And the motorbike guy was so distracted/confused that he got honked by the cars behind cos he forgot to start moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha interesting right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this on a couple riding a motorbike too.&lt;br /&gt;The guy looked away and the girl glared at me. Hey wtf it's not like I was trying to seduce him right? _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am watching Those Were The Days. It's one of the Young and Dangerous spinoffs.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan is so freaking cute and funny in there!&lt;br /&gt;It's about him when he was like younger and not some epicly cool triad boss yet.&lt;br /&gt;And yknow what?&lt;br /&gt;He was fucking horny.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, since he's cute when he's horny. And he cracks sick jokes that are actually funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you know what? In that movie whenever he saw the girl he likes, he's start giggling and acting EXACTLY how I act when I watch shows with hot guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's positively fucking cute. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes time to adjust to since the last time I saw him in Y&amp;amp;D, he became the triad kingpin of Tuen Mun and slashed many people apart and hurled vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAAAAAN &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am seriously going to murder that asshole subber who subbed his character's name as Cock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-5970773212846092378?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5970773212846092378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5970773212846092378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5970773212846092378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5970773212846092378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyhey-lemme-tell-you-about-new.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2320923325679397009</id><published>2010-06-30T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:11:29.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so accomplished again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a study plan with Joey bitch to complete work/study every wednesday @ the Esplanade library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried that yesterday and I managed to finish quite alot of E math (shut up Joey I know what you're thinking) and chemistry (shut up) and umm...well then when Joey showed me her timetable and bragged about her newfound freedom during bio lessons AND THEN I realised that I had geog time trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so I chionged back home, and when I got home I realised I left my powerpack and my TB in class. Yay! But at night I manage to get my hands on some slides and I wanted to study but I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set an alarm at 4am to study!&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up, but then someone texted me to tell me that the time trial was peer marking, so Li Weiyi wasn't even gonna get to read my crap. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme that cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2320923325679397009?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2320923325679397009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2320923325679397009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2320923325679397009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2320923325679397009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-so-accomplished-again-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-5846831786074291752</id><published>2010-06-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T04:37:34.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Besides completely owning Collin Chou with his                              powerful legs (Donnie seems to have a thing for  clamping                              people's necks with his scissor-like  thighs), Yen                              repeatedly smacks Chou into whatever  stationary object                              is nearby, e.g. cinder blocks, supporting  beams, or                              cement walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Following that, Chou usually  writhes                              in pain on the floor, while Yen stands (or  dances)                              around, waiting for Chou to get back up.  Rinse and                              repeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Those who like to watch someone get  smashed                              into floors, walls, bricks, and beams while  someone                              else prances around victoriously should get a  kick                              out of Yen's punishment of Chou."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Kozo's review of Flash Point, one of my fav movies of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, The review was 2 pages long and I laughed so much I fell off my chair like about 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever Kozo is, he sure is a brilliant and witty movie reviewer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have watched Flash Point, I bet you guys are laughing at the "prances around victoriously" and "dances" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me or does "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yen's punishment of Chou" sound wrong? HAHA.&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/2453138933018019279-5846831786074291752?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/5846831786074291752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=5846831786074291752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5846831786074291752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/5846831786074291752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/06/besides-completely-owning-collin-chou.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-4715447982096984280</id><published>2010-06-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:07:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I just happen to be bored and picked up the most recent Digital Life papers which someone just dumped one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped open to this recommended free softwares page and now my com has got an additional 7GB of memory in my C-Drive, my spywares and malwares are all gone, my disk drive auto-defrags itself, my processes are reshuffled for optimum performance and my com has a new "Gaming Mode" which, when enabled, accelerates my com into this ultra-performance mode, temporarily blocks unneeded processes andandand...oh man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's put it this way, my CS is going to load in half the time and will be forever anti-lag &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never though I'd ever say this, but I LOVE YOU STRAITS TIMES. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I'm hungry and I smell instant noodles :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gave up on homework, I'm going to dive back into drama and I'll maple tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha you know what? Mapling with Joey Lee Xin Qian is fun! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:/ After my first c-drive defrag, the free memory jumped from 7.56GB to 9.32GB!!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GODDDD I'VE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH FREE SPACE IN MY C-DRIVE ALL MY LIFE!!! *__*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(before I dl-ed all these softwares, my free memory was 0.3GB. And it killed me trying to delete stuff all the time to free up space...my music, vids, maple, cs, EVERYTHING is already in my d-drive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and for those technologically-illiterate friends, 1GB = 1000MB = 1000000KB.&lt;br /&gt;1 normal song would usually be 2000-5000KB. Yep, so 1GB is a few hundreds of songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-4715447982096984280?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/4715447982096984280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=4715447982096984280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4715447982096984280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/4715447982096984280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-glad-i-just-happen-to-be-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453138933018019279.post-2808108614542702367</id><published>2010-06-11T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:27:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ass hurts. My thighs hurt. My toes have blisters. My kidneys hurt. My lower back hurts. My shoulders hurt. My shins hurt. And I woke up at 11am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling for class outing...no joke, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, on a good note, it was awesome though :D&lt;br /&gt;BK tendergrill meal was great. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But BK experience... meh.&lt;br /&gt;Some church was having some activity there, and a group came to us and wanted us to sing Jingle Bells. IN BK! WHILE WE WERE EATING. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;My immediate answer was no. Then Adlina went Yes. =.= So we did.&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, then second time, they came to us while we were STILL eating, and wanted us to ROAR for them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we did, since they kept pleading us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were about to leave, another group from the same church came to us and wanted us to sing We Wish You A Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I told them it's the third time we're being stopped by them.&lt;br /&gt;And they kept begging and begging until we finally agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, first of all they shouldn't do it when people want to eat right?&lt;br /&gt;And isn't once enough? Just because we agreed for the first time, they take advantage of us and keep making us do it just to gain points for their activity? I even made it clear to them that it's not the first time we're being stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I grudgingly agreed because..uhh...ok fine, the guy asking kinda reminds me of Sweaty. (oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, if it weren't some church thing I would have told them off for it. Since it is then let them be lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, I don't wanna elaborate anymore on the outing.&lt;br /&gt;Just that we had loads of fun at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Or I did, anyway. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still indignant about the basket thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. EMPHASIS IS ON THE FACT THAT I WOKE UP AT 11 TODAY. THAT'S THE LATEST I HAVE EVER WOKEN UP IN MY LIFE. YES, LIFE. YES, EVEN AS A BABY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453138933018019279-2808108614542702367?l=x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/feeds/2808108614542702367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453138933018019279&amp;postID=2808108614542702367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2808108614542702367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453138933018019279/posts/default/2808108614542702367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x--unfinished-business.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-ass-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>The weirdo freak.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16487604083769557981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
