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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919580309258042151.post-839310000252377536</id><published>2010-11-14T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:10:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crockfords grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotaru&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4893013361921311574</id><published>2010-09-11T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:39:51.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it probably will get stretched longer and longer until... it finally breaks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4893013361921311574?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4893013361921311574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-5919580309258042151.post-6956949911100327049</id><published>2010-09-10T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:22:57.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in NS alr..&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;cant blog about it&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;i'll just say its quite ok at the moment.. progressive..&lt;br /&gt;tho I do not want to think that way but.. I realized that even tho I do have close friends and all but I am still just another lonely soul =.=!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6956949911100327049?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6956949911100327049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6956949911100327049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6956949911100327049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6956949911100327049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-ns-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8493030835869782538</id><published>2010-08-23T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:12:47.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you need to work hard for miracles to happen... gonna go in NS next thurs xD sigh xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8493030835869782538?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8493030835869782538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8493030835869782538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8493030835869782538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8493030835869782538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-need-to-work-hard-for-miracles-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1128847080264171043</id><published>2010-08-08T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:12:20.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lifes goin on as usual.. wounds healing at a considerable rate.. ^_^ tho i dun know if im just decieving myself xD call me dumb call me stupid but.. I guess this is how I want things to be bah @_@  how silly can I be.. lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! dun nid to be so reserved when talking to me bah~ need test myself too...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalallalalalalalalalaa&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1128847080264171043?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1128847080264171043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1128847080264171043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1128847080264171043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1128847080264171043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-goin-on-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8823376236068183819</id><published>2010-07-23T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:32:41.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="header"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Saw this in fb =.=! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;99 Things EVERY guy wants from a girl&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Guys prefer neat and presentable girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2. Guys love flirts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 4. When a guy says he doesn’t understand you, it simply means you’re not thinking the way he is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 5. “Are you doing something?” or “Have you eaten already?” are the first  usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from  stammering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 7. When a guy really likes you, he’ll disregard all your bad characteristics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 8. Guys love a girl’s smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl’s attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can’t. And they sure have  one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is  drinking! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 13. Guys cry!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 14. Don’t provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 15. Guys can never dream and hope too much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 17. When you touch a guy’s heart, there’s no turning back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 18. Giving a guy a hanging message like “You know what?!..uh…never  mind!” would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are  thinking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 19. Guys love it when girls touch their hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 21. When a guy makes a prolonged “umm” or makes any excuses when you’re  asking him to do you a favor, he’s actually saying that he doesn’t like  you and he can’t lay down the card for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 22. When a girl says “no”, a guy hears it as “try again tomorrow.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 24. Guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 25. Guys love their moms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn’t mean that the guy likes her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 28. You can never understand him unless you listen to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 31. Like Eve, girls are guys EUR™ weaknesses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 32. Guys are very open about themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 33. It’s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don’t let him wait that long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 34. No guy is bad when he is courting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they’re not that much pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his  problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 40. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 43. Guys virtually brag about anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 45. Guys think too much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 46. Guys’ fantasies are unlimited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 47. Guys hate it when girls talk about their period &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 50. It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke  up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he’s  too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won’t be  matured and grow up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he’s sweating. You’ll probably see that he is nervous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, “Please come and listen to me.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 59. Guys don’t really have final decisions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 63. Guys believe that there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but  court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 64. Guys like femininity not feebleness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 65. Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 71. A guy’s friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 72. Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 73. Don’t be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you’ll be surprised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 76. Guys don’t comprehend the statement “Get lost” too well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 79. Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they’ll realize they’re wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He’s just too stubborn to deal with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 83. Guys’ weakest point is at the knee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 86. When a guy looks at you, either he’s amazed of you or he’s criticizing you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance,  give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another  chance, ignore him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at  you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you’re with your  boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than  your boyfriend does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 93. When a guy says he can’t sleep if he doesn’t hear your voice even  just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only  flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 96. Girls are allowed to touch boys’ things. Not their hair! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 97. If a guy says you’re beautiful, that guy likes you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 98. Guys hate girls who overreact. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 99. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8823376236068183819?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8823376236068183819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8823376236068183819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8823376236068183819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8823376236068183819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/07/saw-this-in-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1408388053506374571</id><published>2010-06-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:56:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shes out of my league... so are you.. if u know what i mean.. ^_^!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1408388053506374571?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1408388053506374571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-5919580309258042151.post-3715283395708978936</id><published>2010-06-14T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:05:47.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my lesson.. it was alright i s'pose.. what more can i expect.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;blehx goin to gym alr.. sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;later update&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3715283395708978936?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3715283395708978936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3715283395708978936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3715283395708978936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3715283395708978936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday-was-my-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1444493058610146195</id><published>2010-06-04T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:05:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad: What is your number?&lt;br /&gt;Worker: 17_&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 17 what?&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Ya&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 17 WHAT????!&lt;br /&gt;Worker: ya&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I ask you 1 7 what your number???&lt;br /&gt;Worker: 171&lt;br /&gt;Sacked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1444493058610146195?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1444493058610146195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1444493058610146195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1444493058610146195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1444493058610146195'/><link rel='alternate' 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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-5919580309258042151.post-2423936459712533750</id><published>2010-05-27T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:30:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah maybe I should have bought the gown instead =.=&lt;br /&gt;i think im keeping it pass 6th of june which will make me forfeit the deposit... mom said "forfeit then forfeit bah no choice" cos they want us (me and my sis) to wear them and take foto at the studio lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2423936459712533750?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2423936459712533750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-5919580309258042151.post-8035638395558487199</id><published>2010-05-26T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:01:28.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired tired.. slept at 6 this morning.. yesterday was graduation.. was quite ok.. long ceremony.. alot of photo taking.. how i wished someone was there but.. impossible.. lol.. something which I hoped since the beginning of the sem.. =/ so it has been my wishful thinking all along.. sigh..  anws went for dinner then to one rochester for alcohol.. sat around chatting for afew hrs before everyone head off... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; me pf viv went out to chat and  drink... coffee/tea =Pp and chat.. as it was still too early.. =P went  home at 4 in the morning.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent XY and Rach home and WJ to the MRT.. cant help but noticing some stuffs during dinner, within and thru the journey back from the pub =Pp &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; / SomeoneS ! =Pp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gone kthxbai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-5919580309258042151.post-2128794748369999827</id><published>2010-05-22T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:02:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for laughs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why I Fired my Secretary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really didn't feel like waking up that morning. I managed to pull myself together and go downstairs for breakfast, hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy Birthday." I thought... Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids... They will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids came trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their breakfast, and didn't say a word to me. So when I made it out of the house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into my office, my secretary Joanne said, "Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!" It felt a bit better knowing that at least someone remembered. I worked in a zombie like fashion until about one o'clock, when Joanne knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your Birthday, why don't we go out for lunch, just you and me." I said, "Thanks, Joanne, that's the best thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch but not where we'd normally go. Instead she took me to a quiet bistro with a private table. We had a couple of mixed drinks and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the office, Joanne said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't have to go right back to the office, do we?" I replied with "I suppose not. What do you have in mind?" She said, "Let's go to my apartment, it's just around the corner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at her apartment, Joanne turned to me and said, "Boss if you don't mind, I'm goinna to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back." "Ok." I nervously replied. She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends, and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. epic failure of men =.= thinking everything is related to that =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Janice was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, "Tell me Janice, who created the universe?" When Janice didn't stir, little Johnny, a boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Almighty!" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good" and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked Janice, "Who is our Lord and Saviour." But, Janice didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ!" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good," and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher asked Janice a third question. "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?" and again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Janice jumped up and shouted, "If you stick me with that thing one more time, I'll break it in half and stick it up your ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the teacher fainted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh whats the real answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need A Bad Day to Get Into Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got crowded in heaven so, for one day and one day only, it was decided to only accept people who had really bad day on the day they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, "Tell me about the day you died." The man said, "Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but couldn't find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, of which I died from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in. He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. "Well, sir, it was awful," said the second man. "I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job. "Tell me about the day you died?” he said to the third man in line. "OK, picture this; I'm naked, hiding inside a refrigerator...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mate Match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine sitting in traffic on your way to work and hearing this. Many Sydney folks did hear this on the FOX FM morning show in Sydney. The DJs play a game where they award winners great prizes. The game is called "Mate Match".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJs call someone at work and ask if they are married or seriously involved with someone. If the contestant answers "yes", he or she is then asked 3 random yet highly personal questions. The person is also asked to divulge the name of their partner with phone number for verification. If their partner answers those same three questions correctly, they both win the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular game, however, several months ago made the Harbour City drop to its knees with laughter and is possibly the funniest thing you've heard yet. Anyway, here's how it all went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hey! This is Ed on FOX-FM. Have you ever heard of 'Mate Match'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: (laughing) "Yes, I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Great! Then you know we're giving away a trip to the Gold Coast if you win. What is your name? First only please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: "Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Brian, are you married or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing nervously) "Yes, I am married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Thank you. Now, what is your wife's name? First only please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Sara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Is Sara at work, Brian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "She is gonna kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing) "Yes, she's at work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay, first question - when was the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "About 8 o'clock this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing sheepishly) "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Question #2 - How long did it last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "About 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Wow! You really want that trip, huh? No one would ever have said that if a trip wasn't at stake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Yeah, that trip sure would be nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay. Final question. Where did you have sex at 8 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing hard) "I, ummm, I, well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "This sounds good, Brian. Where was it at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Not that it was all that great, but her mum is staying with us for a couple of weeks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Uh huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "...and the Mother-In-Law was in the shower at the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "On the kitchen table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Not that great?? That is more adventure than the previous hundred times I've done it. Okay folks, I will put Brian on hold, get this wife's work number and call her up. You listen to this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 minutes of commercials follow.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay audience; let's call Sarah, shall we?" (Touch tones.....ringing....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "Kinkos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hey, is Sarah around there somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "This is she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Sarah, this is Ed with FOX-FM. We are live on the air right now and I've been talking with Brian for a couple of hours now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "A couple of hours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Well, a while now. He is on the line with us. Brian knows not to give any answers away or you'll lose. Sooooooo... do you know the rules of 'Mate Match'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Brian, what the hell are you up to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing) "Just answer his questions honestly, okay? Be completely honest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Yeah yeah yeah. Sure. Now, I will ask you 3 questions, Sarah. If your answers match Brian's answers, then the both of you will be off to the Gold Coast for 5 days on us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Alright. When did you last have sex, Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Oh God, Brian....uh, this morning before Brian went to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Around 8 this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Very good. Next question. How long did it last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "12, 15 minutes maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hmmmm. That's close enough. I am sure she is trying to protect his manhood. We've got one last question, Sarah. You are one question away from a trip to the Gold Coast. Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Where did you have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "OH MY GOD, BRIAN!! You didn't tell them that did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Just tell him, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What is bothering you so much, Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: Come on Sarah.....where did you have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Up the a$$..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pause, the DJ said, "Folks, we need to take a station break"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the drivers of Sydney almost crashed their cars laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice From Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy and his dad went out fishing one fine morning. After a few quiet hours out in the boat, the boy became curious about the world around him. He looked up at his dad and asked "How do fish breath under water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad thought about it for a moment, then replied, "I really don't know, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sat quietly from another moment, then turned back to his dad and asked, "How does our boat float on the water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again his dad replied, "Don’t know, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering his thoughts again, a short while later, the boy asks "Why is the sky blue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, his dad replied. "Don’t know, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inquisitive boy, worried he was annoying his father, asks this time "Dad, do you mind that I'm asking you all of these questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not son." replied his dad,  "How else are you ever going to learn anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer, an economist, and a teacher were going to the bathroom. The lawyer gets done, washes his hands, and then proceeds to use almost the entire roll of paper towels to dry his hands. He says "I was taught to be thorough." The economist gets done, washes his hands, but uses only one paper towel. He says "I was taught to be environmentally friendly." The teacher gets done and leaves without washing his hands. He says "I was taught not to piss on my hands." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother. The first said, "I built a big house for our mother." The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver." The third smiled and said, "I've got you both beat. You remember how mom enjoyed reading the Bible? And you know she can't see very well. So I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the entire Bible. It took elders in the church 12 years to teach him. He's one of a kind. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot recites it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon thereafter, mom sent out her letters of thanks: "Milton," she wrote one son, "The house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gerald," she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel. I stay most of the time at home, so I rarely use the Mercedes. And the driver is so rude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dearest Donald," she wrote to her third son, "You have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Okay, it all makes sense now... I never looked at it this way before: MENtal illness MENstrual cramps MENtal breakdown MENopause GUYnecologist And when we have REAL trouble, it's a... HISterectomy Ever notice how all of women's problems start with MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman was patrolling a local parking spot overlooking a golf course. He drove by a car and saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting. He stopped to investigate. He walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes Officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" the policeman asked. "What does it look like?" answered the young man. "I'm reading this magazine." Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asked, "And what is she doing?" The young man looked over his shoulder and replied, "What does it look like? She's knitting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how old are you?" the officer then asked the young man. "I'm nineteen," he replied. "And how old is she?" asked the officer. The young man looked at his watch and said, "Well, in about twelve minutes she'll be sixteen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of... 'potentially' and 'realistically'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy went up to his father and asked him, "Dad, what is the&lt;br /&gt;difference between 'potentially' and 'realistically'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father thought for a moment, then answered, "Go ask your mother&lt;br /&gt;if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then ask&lt;br /&gt;your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars,&lt;br /&gt;and then, ask your brother if he'd sleep with Brad Pitt for a million&lt;br /&gt;dollars. Come back and tell me what you learn from that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy went to his mother and asked, "Would you sleep with Brad&lt;br /&gt;Pitt for a million dollars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replied, "Of course, I would! We could really use that&lt;br /&gt;money to fix up the house and send you kids to a great university!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then went to his sister and asked, "Would you sleep with Brad&lt;br /&gt;Pitt for a million dollars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, "Oh, good heavens! I LOVE Brad Pitt and I would&lt;br /&gt;sleep with him in a heartbeat. Are you nuts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then went to his brother and asked, "Would you sleep with&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt for a million dollars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," the brother replied. "Do you know how much a million&lt;br /&gt;bucks would buy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy pondered the answers for a few days and then went back to his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father asked him, "Did you find out the difference between&lt;br /&gt;'potentially' and 'realistically'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "Yes, 'Potentially', you and I are sitting on three&lt;br /&gt;million dollars, but 'realistically', we're living with two hookers&lt;br /&gt;and a future congressman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Lesser Known Laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who laughs last, thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them, five or six at a time, on a hill, in the fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go into court, you are putting yourself in the hands of 12 people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road&lt;br /&gt;when she sees the Big Bad Wolf crouched down behind a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf,"&lt;br /&gt;says Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprised wolf jumps up and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again;&lt;br /&gt;this time he is crouched behind a tree stump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, what big ears you have Mr. Wolf," says Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the foiled wolf jumps up and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;About 2 miles down the road, Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again, this time crouched down behind a road sign.&lt;br /&gt;"My, what big teeth you have Mr. Wolf," taunts Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that the Big Bad Wolf jumps up and screams,&lt;br /&gt;"Will you get lost? I'm trying to take a dump!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so there's this blonde driving down the road in her brand new, candy-apple red, $125,000 Lamborghini. She's cruisin' about 95, radio blaring, having a great time. She comes up on this trucker who is carrying a double-wide home and is taking up both lanes. To her disliking, he is only going about 45. To get the point across that she wants to get past, she decides to tailgate him. So, she gets to within a foot of his rear bumper. The trucker looks back and sees her on his ass, and motions for her to get off of it, but to her it looks like a wave and she waves back. Since her first attempt was futile, she decided to get a little closer and begin flashing her headlights, hopefully making herself more visible in the process. Once again the trucker sees her on his ass, and this time motions for her to pull over to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trucker steps out of his vehicle with a chunk of chalk and draws a circle three feet in diameter in the middle of the road. He instructs her not to move until he tells her to. Naive as she was, she agrees to it and steps inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trucker goes back to his truck and pulls out a 50-ounce Louisville Slugger. He walks over to the Lamborghini and beats it, and beats it, and beats it again. When he is done, all that is left is a brand new, candy-apple red, $125,000 pile of metal. Satisfied, he throws the bat in his truck and walks over to the blonde. When he gets there, to his astonishment, she is rolling around on the street laughing hysterically. He asks her, "Why are you laughing? I just beat the crap out of your car!!" She is laughing too hard to respond, but between giggles he can make out, "While you weren't looking I stepped out of the circle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2128794748369999827?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2128794748369999827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=2128794748369999827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2128794748369999827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2128794748369999827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-for-laughs.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4304899364759600847</id><published>2010-05-08T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:00:44.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys locks and doors..</title><content type='html'>Keys locks and doors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person in your life has a door and behind that door would be the heart with all the feelings hidden inside..... and its up to that person who to open the door to.. and who to give the keys to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the keys and opened the door for me.. for once.. in a very very long time.. I felt alive.. for through that door I could see the light.. The light which brightened up my dark and musky room.. I walk through the door and I smell the freshness in the air.. feel the warmth of the sunlight beating down upon my skin.. hear the birds chirping see the butterflies flying…I was in a paradise..I really wanted to stay there forever..  In the beginning I was allowed to come in as and when I wanted to and I did.. everyday.. even when im back in my room all my thoughts were filled with that paradise.. im addicted.. however.. as time went by.. the lock started changing.. it became harder and harder to turn.. and the door became heavier.. it became harder and harder to push.. gradually.. even when I pushed with all my might the door only cracked open.. barely enough for me to stick my senses in to have a taste of the air behind it and to have a glimpse of the scenery beyond… before it snaps shut again.. and finally.. the key to the lock does not work anymore.. try as I might.. it just won’t open..until the key broke.. not knowing why.. why are you so cold.. now I have to suffer in silence.. back to the old dark and musky room.. Loneliness.. why torture me this way..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4304899364759600847?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4304899364759600847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4304899364759600847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4304899364759600847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4304899364759600847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/05/keys-locks-and-doors.html' title='Keys locks and doors..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4748622634564743027</id><published>2010-04-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:29:33.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A brunette and a blonde were taking a walk in the park when the brunette suddenly stops and said "Oh look, a dead bird!". The blonde looks up at the sky and exclaims "Really? Where?". read off mdm asrina on fb.. just for laughs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4748622634564743027?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4748622634564743027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4748622634564743027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4748622634564743027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4748622634564743027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/brunette-and-blonde-were-taking-walk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1701633790777795967</id><published>2010-04-06T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:24:54.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard to pretend you love someone when you don't, but it's harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do... &lt;br /&gt;They asked, "how does it feel to love someone who loves someone else?" After a deep breath, I answered, "It's like hugging a cactus, the tighter you embrace, the more it hurts..."&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me, "Why do you keep loving someone who doesn't love you back? There are tons of fish in the water." I simply replied, "Just because it's also water, would you drink from the sea?"&lt;br /&gt;ah i see my future =.=!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1701633790777795967?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1701633790777795967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1701633790777795967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1701633790777795967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1701633790777795967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-hard-to-pretend-you-love-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-713471301961727735</id><published>2010-04-05T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:12:58.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're texting someone, and the convo starts to wither down until the point of awkwardness. then someone finally sends one that JUST says, "lol," trying to be polite and really be saying, "yes, we should stop texting now -- LOL! =.=!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful and most terrible thing that's ever happened to me, and you will always have my heart moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that makes it so difficult...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-713471301961727735?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/713471301961727735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=713471301961727735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/713471301961727735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/713471301961727735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-texting-someone-and-convo-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8196255996433372731</id><published>2010-04-05T06:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:33:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant sleep.. sigh.. wtf.. really tired but cant sleep sighh.... help me someone.. 6am ler.. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8196255996433372731?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8196255996433372731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8196255996433372731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8196255996433372731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8196255996433372731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-9182018849174775063</id><published>2010-04-04T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:19:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh....</title><content type='html'>What made me wait? What drove me along.. thinking she would choose me..? how many times was I given false hope?... dissappointments after dissappointments and everything ended.. tired... really tired... feel as if im stabbed a million times and still counting.. &lt;!--3 &lt;br--&gt;sigh.. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID I DO WRONG???? WHY IS IT SO HARD TO CARE PAMPER AND LOVE SOMEONE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-9182018849174775063?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/9182018849174775063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=9182018849174775063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/9182018849174775063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/9182018849174775063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html' title='sigh....'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-51029657273727602</id><published>2010-04-04T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:54:43.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are changing&lt;br /&gt;It seems strange and&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure this out&lt;br /&gt;You've got your life&lt;br /&gt;I got mine&lt;br /&gt;But you're all I cared about&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were laughing&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm left here asking&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the time gone now&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone somehow&lt;br /&gt;Growing up and getting older&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna hear those words tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe it's not the end for you and I&lt;br /&gt;And although we knew&lt;br /&gt;This time would come for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;In December&lt;br /&gt;How we swore we'd never change&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;Thought our feelings&lt;br /&gt;Would always stay the same&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could be laughing&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm standing here asking&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to end this now&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it last somehow&lt;br /&gt;We both know what we've gotta say, not today&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna leave this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's over&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but I'm giving you my word&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you're always&lt;br /&gt;Happy like we were&lt;br /&gt;Happy like we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were laughing (if you're gonna say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm left here asking (if you're gonna say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;And although we knew this time would come for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-51029657273727602?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/51029657273727602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=51029657273727602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/51029657273727602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/51029657273727602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-are-changing-it-seems-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8882337704954780731</id><published>2010-04-04T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:41:34.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It´s not wrong to give it all for love it´s not wrong to love a person so much. Sometimes, the only thing wrong is the person you chose to love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8882337704954780731?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8882337704954780731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8882337704954780731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8882337704954780731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8882337704954780731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-wrong-to-give-it-all-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4798750293785116036</id><published>2010-02-27T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:14:35.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>compare that to this original &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ogw9vEY-UHQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4798750293785116036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/02/compare-that-to-this-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3651860257298974954</id><published>2010-02-26T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:28:36.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQUZL9nCoUI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQUZL9nCoUI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice songg~~!! nicely brought out..&lt;br /&gt;canto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3651860257298974954?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3651860257298974954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3651860257298974954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3651860257298974954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3651860257298974954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-nice-songg-nicely-brought-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-692690640393720479</id><published>2010-02-23T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:28:54.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever had this feeling? that you do not dare to ask any questions at all because ur afraid of the disappointing answer? the answer that might stab through you? ever not wanting to look at some stuffs so much that u avoid it totally? afraid of whatevers there that might make you think more and even hurt you? well.. thats how i feel right now.. im tired.. where should I place my foot next? is there even a path infront? where is the light? living each day this way is really taxing.. why has all this become somewhat one sided?... what did i do wrong..? which step was misplaced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-692690640393720479?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/692690640393720479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=692690640393720479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/692690640393720479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/692690640393720479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/02/ever-had-this-feeling-that-you-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-7596382297910069892</id><published>2010-02-09T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:19:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats with the anoymous messages telling me to give up? who are u..?? zzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-7596382297910069892?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/7596382297910069892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=7596382297910069892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7596382297910069892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7596382297910069892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4574493515423802105</id><published>2010-02-06T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:11:04.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oomJrNPa7E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oomJrNPa7E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4574493515423802105?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4574493515423802105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4574493515423802105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4574493515423802105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4574493515423802105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-2621881519629610028</id><published>2010-01-31T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:26:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5I6l0IkfFgY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5I6l0IkfFgY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.. FYP FINALLY OVER!!!! &lt;br /&gt;take things 1 step at a time.. even if each step is heavy.. haha... &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2621881519629610028?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2621881519629610028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=2621881519629610028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2621881519629610028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2621881519629610028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang lei dang dou ngo sam sui&lt;br /&gt;the english version click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndWqFZDnLOs" border="0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he disabled embedding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3930637536323552734?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3930637536323552734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3930637536323552734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3930637536323552734'/><link rel='self' 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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-5919580309258042151.post-8260475763354802798</id><published>2010-01-03T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:33:46.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/S0CpVScT67I/AAAAAAAAASQ/kW-TcI79WJE/s1600-h/hai_tian_lo_pan_pacific_singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/S0CpVScT67I/AAAAAAAAASQ/kW-TcI79WJE/s200/hai_tian_lo_pan_pacific_singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422520134547008434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!! went to hai tien lou for their weekend brunch buffet!!! the food was good.. very good.. lolx didnt take any pics tho &gt;.&lt; their scenery was umm 70% of the picture above hehe its really nice.. at 37 stories high the view was splendid.. tho the flyer was part blocked by the roof thingy =.= hehe&lt;br /&gt;we had&lt;br /&gt;egg tart (with birds nest toppings)&lt;br /&gt;sharks fin&lt;br /&gt;some lobster thingy&lt;br /&gt;ostrich meat&lt;br /&gt;buddha jump over the wall (includes 2 pieces of sharks fin 1 baby abalone mushroom and sea cucumber)&lt;br /&gt;quite abit of dim sum&lt;br /&gt;roasted duck&lt;br /&gt;big prawns&lt;br /&gt;and it was all on buffet!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was splendid.. the company was even better :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8260475763354802798?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sz3aeNNgvDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w-De2rRtHio/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sz3aeNNgvDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w-De2rRtHio/s200/IMG_0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421729738901208114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seafood galore~!!! looks nice eh~ haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sz3ad4T1d7I/AAAAAAAAARw/L8wuaU2Fvu8/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sz3ad4T1d7I/AAAAAAAAARw/L8wuaU2Fvu8/s200/IMG_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421729733290588082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is yy's dessert nice hor :p except that the strawberries are sour&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;picturesss of todayy~ some food we had after a unsucessful day of looking at cars..&lt;br /&gt;(the showroom was closed)&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. its again at essential brew hehe forgot to takefotos of the tea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5785441025015395365?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5785441025015395365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5785441025015395365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5785441025015395365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5785441025015395365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-potatos-seafood-galore-looks-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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/_bCve49S5_po/Sz3ae_fobzI/AAAAAAAAASI/E_w3ssbb1CI/s72-c/IMG_0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919580309258042151.post-7016803477467783835</id><published>2009-12-30T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:42:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i know.. some people read.. anonymously and probably talk behind me... over what i do in life.. wad decisions I make.. gossips cannot be prevented.. but.. well.. itsa public blog afterall.. cant stop them.. hahaa.. lots of things I dont put here.. so if u think u know me through the blog then ur greatly mistaken =) everything.. words..and feelings.. on a website on text messages on msn for that matter might not be what is really going on.. it might justbe a facade..&lt;br /&gt;and of course..&lt;br /&gt;yes i know im a boring person... cant make people laugh.. i guess thats the way it is.. i tried to change.. i really did.. and am still..&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;Guess my smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-7016803477467783835?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/7016803477467783835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=7016803477467783835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7016803477467783835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7016803477467783835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4818264999594005819</id><published>2009-12-28T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:41:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>days after days... weeks after weeks... months after months... and thats what im told..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4818264999594005819?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4818264999594005819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4818264999594005819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4818264999594005819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4818264999594005819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/days-after-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1280327136416488979</id><published>2009-12-26T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:44:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just make sure Cinderella's not just putting on a masquerade for the ball. She might just vanish at the stroke of midnight with your cash, CPF, heart and dignity with nary a glass slipper left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1280327136416488979?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1280327136416488979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1280327136416488979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1280327136416488979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1280327136416488979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-make-sure-cinderellas-not-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-204682036658118536</id><published>2009-12-23T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:15:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol am i naive? my friend said i am..&lt;br /&gt;nomatter how i try to defend..&lt;br /&gt;such that i got pissed that i cant...&lt;br /&gt;tell me.. so.. am i naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-204682036658118536?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/204682036658118536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=204682036658118536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/204682036658118536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/204682036658118536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-am-i-naive-my-friend-said-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8779181428916244347</id><published>2009-12-22T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:51:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-naAohcgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cmu4WHz4xS0/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-naAohcgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cmu4WHz4xS0/s200/IMG_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417732942038397442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today came home and saw the way my maid arranged my bed with the bear on it haha saw it couldnt help it but smile :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8779181428916244347?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8779181428916244347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8779181428916244347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8779181428916244347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8779181428916244347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-came-home-and-saw-way-my-maid.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-naAohcgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cmu4WHz4xS0/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919580309258042151.post-4286589091476968342</id><published>2009-12-21T23:47:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:49:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year birthday.. 20th dec.. it was a sunday... really really fun.. really enjoyed this.. thanks everyone for the presents and your presence =)) finally uploaded so mani mani fotos =.=!! took an hr!! blehx lolx hur 2 ppl who i hoped would come didnt come!! guess who are they!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mDNg_3BI/AAAAAAAAARg/zAOm2Z3IYlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mDNg_3BI/AAAAAAAAARg/zAOm2Z3IYlQ/s200/IMG_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417731450847878162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From wl they all!! =)) speakers!! lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mC_jE12I/AAAAAAAAARY/faom37vidUw/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mC_jE12I/AAAAAAAAARY/faom37vidUw/s200/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417731447098496866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies from wanni =)) cute box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mCpiLPII/AAAAAAAAARQ/KizWDqaH9CI/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mCpiLPII/AAAAAAAAARQ/KizWDqaH9CI/s200/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417731441189141634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From sis cup tic tac toe set ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-jQyR_8EI/AAAAAAAAARI/FBjIlB-_JCI/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-jQyR_8EI/AAAAAAAAARI/FBjIlB-_JCI/s200/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728385520496706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who took it upside down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-jQbmJbqI/AAAAAAAAARA/L7I9jL05BXg/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-jQbmJbqI/AAAAAAAAARA/L7I9jL05BXg/s200/IMG_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728379430989474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-jQCberfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9UKG4VDlH5E/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-jQCberfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9UKG4VDlH5E/s200/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728372675358194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cake cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-iITppB2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HDw_xtd_98U/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-iITppB2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HDw_xtd_98U/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417727140347578210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cut cut cake cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-iIJWyg-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-5o7VxPv0dA/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-iIJWyg-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/-5o7VxPv0dA/s200/IMG_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417727137584153570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-iHiv8cwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V-DcUaXekuc/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-iHiv8cwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V-DcUaXekuc/s200/IMG_0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417727127220679426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-frEfhOAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JPUoo_ElC5A/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-frEfhOAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JPUoo_ElC5A/s200/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417724439039129602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-fqn00hCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kZf1gJJTocs/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-fqn00hCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kZf1gJJTocs/s200/IMG_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417724431343846434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;singing bday song karaoke version lolx started even before the candles were lighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-fqLoGwgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CNovI30senw/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-fqLoGwgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CNovI30senw/s200/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417724423774323202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my braun buffel car key holder and pen holder from the class =)) thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-eXSarmyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vmzbv7tUR2g/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-eXSarmyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vmzbv7tUR2g/s200/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417722999667923746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are super niceeee rachelle made them!!! thanks alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-eWzfjAGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wQAYrQ6_9sY/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-eWzfjAGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wQAYrQ6_9sY/s200/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417722991366832226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;singing a duet? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-eWRnVv1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/cmNGfGHhVeM/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-eWRnVv1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/cmNGfGHhVeM/s200/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417722982272712530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so focused~~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-dD0zcLWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Nty3UKOw0Ik/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-dD0zcLWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Nty3UKOw0Ik/s200/IMG_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417721565789564258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;karaoke in house! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-dDdK_qyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/F8OAKhHxWzU/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-dDdK_qyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/F8OAKhHxWzU/s200/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417721559445908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teaching teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-dC6gNSBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GVl5buFR6i0/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-dC6gNSBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GVl5buFR6i0/s200/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417721550139639826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course.. since its from wanni.. she will know how to play e piano!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-bXF44GCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IBOb8LS69-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-bXF44GCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IBOb8LS69-Y/s200/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719697770027042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bear!!! bear bear!! a present from wanni!! =))&lt;br /&gt;super cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;It was in a pinkish wrapper with pinkish ribbons!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone was lookin at me when i was bringing it up!! =.=!&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the box of cookies which is up there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-bWyWr4dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yptX0nrRKAY/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-bWyWr4dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yptX0nrRKAY/s200/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719692526346706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow artistic :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-bWcDTd3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/GDQgz1my7H0/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-bWcDTd3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/GDQgz1my7H0/s200/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719686539474802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;food food ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-aGOGnuHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TY7piHas_YU/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-aGOGnuHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TY7piHas_YU/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417718308405753970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-aFgKqV3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Eo55dBKnG90/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-aFgKqV3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Eo55dBKnG90/s200/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417718296074671986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MINE!!! NO STEALING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-ZPjcWIFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/k9f91wnHuIY/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-ZPjcWIFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/k9f91wnHuIY/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417717369241215058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xD this is WJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-Yy69DSCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CJW-3SVDob4/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-Yy69DSCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CJW-3SVDob4/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417716877336201250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i wonder why is WJ hiding from the camera :p&lt;br /&gt;issit cos hes camera shy or... cos of that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4286589091476968342?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4286589091476968342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4286589091476968342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4286589091476968342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4286589091476968342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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/_bCve49S5_po/Sy-mDNg_3BI/AAAAAAAAARg/zAOm2Z3IYlQ/s72-c/IMG_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919580309258042151.post-727736260723707710</id><published>2009-12-18T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:49:19.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pain of a dagger of iron make piercing through one's body is nothing compared to a needle of emotions piercing through the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow idea ah suprised i can write sth lyk tt on the go haha..  well..&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than just relationships =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch avatar today... haha.. its nice =) feel lyk watching again =X but tmr nobody free =( haha tired tired tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-727736260723707710?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/727736260723707710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=727736260723707710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/727736260723707710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/727736260723707710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-of-dagger-of-iron-make-piercing.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4820152394974564345</id><published>2009-12-17T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:54:23.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.. whats my ranking in ur heart? haha.. a cliche question~&lt;br /&gt;normally asked by a girl to her bf rite? lol..  no im not asking that qn!! lalala&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring day.. went for ICP CT.. then went to 313@somerset then to ikea to help xy get her new hse stuff... we *yy me rachelle and xy* went along with her to shop~ till quite late wo and helped her bring her stuffs into her hse.. her piano is quite nice =))&lt;br /&gt;reached home bath change and dinnered, relaxing enjoying life.. thinking about stuffs.. and blogging now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still problems unresolved.. lol.. sad.. really dunno how to continue..what have I been doing the past months?...  as i think about it, is all this but a long long dream?... who can understand.. please explain.. something which i myself dunno the answer to.. or am trying not to face?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a tiring but happy day.. =)) should not let those evil thoughts bring me down... tired of it.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4820152394974564345?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4820152394974564345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4820152394974564345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4820152394974564345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4820152394974564345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1198950937353914877</id><published>2009-12-13T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:23:46.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everythings superficial.. ppl do say things just to make themselves sound not so bad.. i hate this.. who really thinks about you and who is just putting up a front and all ties will be cut after there isnt any need to have any contact..?&lt;br /&gt;sighh..&lt;br /&gt;the one who u think might be the closest to you might actually be the furthest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week after week lol.. how can i be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1198950937353914877?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1198950937353914877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1198950937353914877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1198950937353914877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1198950937353914877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/everythings-superficial.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6925168197682393946</id><published>2009-12-11T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:39:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deadlines to meet.. exams to study..lab tests.. hectic week.. being busy might not be as bad as it seems.. keeps mind off stuff haha..&lt;br /&gt;well.. gotta buck up..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6925168197682393946?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6925168197682393946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6925168197682393946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6925168197682393946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6925168197682393946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/deadlines-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1032129945845783094</id><published>2009-12-08T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:28:10.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is to give someone the power to destroy you while trusting them not to.. " quoted from someone..&lt;br /&gt;quite true dont you think?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time to love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a time to hate..&lt;br /&gt;Theres a time to wait&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a time to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is time..&lt;br /&gt;I'll just turn into a memory as time pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. love.. is it just a game..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1032129945845783094?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1032129945845783094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1032129945845783094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1032129945845783094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1032129945845783094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-to-give-someone-power-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6881851387073066208</id><published>2009-12-06T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:45:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6881851387073066208?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6881851387073066208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6881851387073066208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6881851387073066208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6881851387073066208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6717613608162562724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6717613608162562724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-7717458174590271659</id><published>2009-12-02T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:39:19.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* quizzes on tues and wed.. tired.. next next week common tests.. fri gotta meet charls for FYP and we are so far behind time.. soon gotta burn midnight oil.. soon no time at all to go out.. ~ haha~ o well.. gotta go out and enjoy while I can.. after that would be FYP FYP FYP exams exams exams projects blah blah blah.. year 3 sarks.. final year sarks..&lt;br /&gt;hope there are ppl going for the DND this graduation.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess......... lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i wanna learn ballroom dancing!! &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta sort my mind know what I want make my priorities right.. haha.. if not i might actually die :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh didnt practice at all this week..  so gonna get killed..&lt;br /&gt;*hmm i think I alr died afew hundred times already if u were stricter~ :p*&lt;br /&gt;anw.. havent heard much.. whats happening now?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask much of my friends... suprised how many people actually read this blog.. haha.. interesting.. if u read can TAG!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehx.. ending here..&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-7717458174590271659?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/7717458174590271659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=7717458174590271659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7717458174590271659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7717458174590271659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/12/yawn-quizzes-on-tues-and-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-63264652111517682</id><published>2009-11-29T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:11:02.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKpaxBlBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kBzQUySLjjI/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKpaxBlBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kBzQUySLjjI/s200/IMG_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186702868714514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy Cutting Cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKo5p_X4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Jmr0ZANY8P8/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKo5p_X4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Jmr0ZANY8P8/s200/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186693980839810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The KTV set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKn--nVaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HlVv1W8ERHA/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKn--nVaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HlVv1W8ERHA/s200/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186678229652898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of them singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKnWbTI7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/sHurbWmzWpU/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKnWbTI7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/sHurbWmzWpU/s200/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186667344110514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dad's cake *alot candles* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKmzqYXJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1ZQ0Hs3SJ-w/s1600/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKmzqYXJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1ZQ0Hs3SJ-w/s200/IMG_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186658012126354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sis's cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some pictures of what happened these few days ^^&lt;br /&gt;nitez all sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-63264652111517682?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/63264652111517682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=63264652111517682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/63264652111517682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/63264652111517682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/daddy-cutting-cake-ktv-set-some-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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/_bCve49S5_po/SxFKpaxBlBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kBzQUySLjjI/s72-c/IMG_0456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919580309258042151.post-4485937132757224389</id><published>2009-11-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:11:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahh got karaoke set liao!! =)) went to buy on sunday and monday it was delivered everything got ready for dad's and sis's birthday... *yes its the same day!!* lol.. the set was rather ex =.= but well.. mom's paying ^^ lol and need another 1.6k to b credited into the card before we are able to get the watch.. i wonder how to do that =.= argh cannot upload fotos cos sis toook cable.. &lt;br /&gt;new dog coming on jan next year.. havent thought of a new name.. &lt;br /&gt;sigh.. is it still too early to get 1 ? heart still aches whenever I think back.. =/ &lt;br /&gt;well.. &lt;br /&gt;JY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4485937132757224389?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4485937132757224389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4485937132757224389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4485937132757224389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4485937132757224389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wahh-got-karaoke-set-liao-went-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-2272755271306436091</id><published>2009-11-21T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:41:44.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when no matter how much u can say u dislike or hate that person and whatever he/she do to u...&lt;br /&gt;when that person talks to you and u magically forget everything and a smile lights up on ur face.. probably thats when u realized u have fallen in love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2272755271306436091?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2272755271306436091/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-5919580309258042151.post-4955111497511033708</id><published>2009-11-20T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:28:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaLZOOZDpI/AAAAAAAAANw/D9Zz5PK9hzE/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaLZOOZDpI/AAAAAAAAANw/D9Zz5PK9hzE/s200/IMG_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406161668136308370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaK8I_5VeI/AAAAAAAAANo/utnDY2u8dZE/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaK8I_5VeI/AAAAAAAAANo/utnDY2u8dZE/s200/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406161168517125602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaK7Lvfv7I/AAAAAAAAANY/3A2WAGSQ4DU/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaK7Lvfv7I/AAAAAAAAANY/3A2WAGSQ4DU/s200/IMG_0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406161152073777074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaK7p-6CwI/AAAAAAAAANg/yu5s0iaMVJ8/s1600/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaK7p-6CwI/AAAAAAAAANg/yu5s0iaMVJ8/s200/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406161160191478530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random fotos more will be updated once i get my fotos back lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4955111497511033708?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4955111497511033708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4955111497511033708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4955111497511033708'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaIVn_yD9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hgukfCzVSgY/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaIVn_yD9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hgukfCzVSgY/s200/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406158307799994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaIUiF4JnI/AAAAAAAAANA/zJzFYdKLhZg/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwaIUiF4JnI/AAAAAAAAANA/zJzFYdKLhZg/s200/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406158289035077234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O wth is with the girls thinking they are sooooo mature and thinking all guys are childish. define maturity and childishness. sitting there reading out loud causing others to be unable to concentrate is a mature action while moving away so as to not get affected is considered childish.. whats wrong with the world man. wth.&lt;br /&gt;lalala class was boring... fyp is. horrible,.. wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;these fotos are those I took on weds =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5043693407957052057?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5043693407957052057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5043693407957052057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Kvt0QhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U30NfPUSKUY/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Kvt0QhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U30NfPUSKUY/s200/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740850405360146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Jktx9SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P9VFFBzqSh4/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Jktx9SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P9VFFBzqSh4/s200/IMG_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740830272550178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Jxy8N0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/apAEigRiSuQ/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Jxy8N0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/apAEigRiSuQ/s200/IMG_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740833783854914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_KKlUYaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1bzSrodWVqk/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_KKlUYaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1bzSrodWVqk/s200/IMG_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740840437604770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guess what they were singing tgt!* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fotos we took these few days.. lol.. quite enjoyable days =)&lt;br /&gt;went to chompchomp for dinner with mar bec khim and the birthday girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMELIA KIM YU TING!!!&lt;/span&gt; ^^ quite fun.. had dessert at ice^3 which they served the waffle icecream with 2 big big candles on it to represent her 20th bday!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4843494120793002908?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4843494120793002908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4843494120793002908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4843494120793002908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4843494120793002908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-fotos-we-took-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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/_bCve49S5_po/SwF_Kvt0QhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U30NfPUSKUY/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919580309258042151.post-521968417399561844</id><published>2009-11-14T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:37:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>等待你使我心跳的唯一理由。。。&lt;br /&gt;cheesy cliché isnt it lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-521968417399561844?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/521968417399561844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=521968417399561844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/521968417399561844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/521968417399561844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheesy-cliche-isnt-it-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8851142434367484136</id><published>2009-11-12T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:47:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the US theres alot of wanted posters for criminals.. one day the police recieved a letter from an unknown address. Inside, there was a picture of a criminal and it wrote "please change my wanted poster picture, it sucks" &lt;br /&gt;this really shows.. even criminals would want a nice picture.. to at least feel wanted :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8851142434367484136?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8851142434367484136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8851142434367484136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8851142434367484136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8851142434367484136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-us-theres-alot-of-wanted-posters-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-5181743100353110608</id><published>2009-11-09T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:50:54.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in a rs.. I guess knowing where u stand in ur partners heart is really important.. it sorta gives a sense of reassurance and security..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone telling me before.. she would treat her friends better than her own bf.. hmm.. maybe.. she really hasn't met the right one bah... cos.. why be together when u cant even b compared to ur partner's friends lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew loving someone can feel so wrong.. lol.. yet how to tell my heart to un-love? probably as hard as telling it to stop haha... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flu and cough.. horrible "friends" to have pls leave me asap &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;so many things flow thru my mind and as fast as i conjure them up, i forget... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5181743100353110608?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5181743100353110608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5181743100353110608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5181743100353110608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5181743100353110608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-rs.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-9024625018546287242</id><published>2009-11-08T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:15:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It doesn't make sense to let go of something you waited for so long, but it also doesn't make sense to hold on when nothing's there...Its hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone if your heart still does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-9024625018546287242?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/9024625018546287242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=9024625018546287242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/9024625018546287242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/9024625018546287242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-doesnt-make-sense-to-let-go-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3589548734322738041</id><published>2009-11-08T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:11:13.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WJ got !!! me lor!!! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;today sarks. got pissed with afew ppl.. blehx. shall not say why! =/ anw..&lt;br /&gt;well.. today got myself thinking again and eurika! i understand whats the problem with me already!! shall strive to change~ zomg... nowonder i haf so muchh white hair :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleeep~~ tmr got to study and prepare for exam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;nitez all &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3589548734322738041?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3589548734322738041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3589548734322738041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3589548734322738041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3589548734322738041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wj-got-me-lor-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-5472720445315900123</id><published>2009-11-07T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:11:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waaa.. beat.. tired.. just back home.. OMG its 4:07 am in the morning!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;went to st james.. my virgin visit to a club.. lol it was rather.. LOUD!!!! and the songs are quite old here.. it probably is really for the working class as the old birds said..  and we cant really blend into the crowd..  haha but well.. it was nonetheless an experience.. admission was free as we are students (only on fri nights)... went with rachelle yy glenn zk kc calvin qh.. too bad xy had to go with her frenz (anw she oso cant come in since she didnt bring her IC wahahaha) lol.. argh she didnt reply smses lol..&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPT! NOONE BROUGHT CAMERAS!!! =.=! sadded haha&lt;br /&gt;today bought a new pair of running shoes.. super ex =.= $143 and a hp pouch.. bleh tho its nice too but its also ex.. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5472720445315900123?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5472720445315900123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5472720445315900123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5472720445315900123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5472720445315900123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/waaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-5326448727048559584</id><published>2009-11-01T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:37:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ren bu wei ji tian zhu di mie.. how true issit haha!! owell.. thats the way life is isnt it..? when the time comes.. noone will frigging spare a thought for u.. lifes harsh.. thats the way it has been and forever will be.. &lt;br /&gt;hurting? yes it is of course.. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;people change all the time.. &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5326448727048559584?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5326448727048559584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5326448727048559584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5326448727048559584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5326448727048559584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ren-bu-wei-ji-tian-zhu-di-mie.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8819460124736615821</id><published>2009-10-31T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:55:50.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think some misunderstandings are forming.. probably screwing everything up =.=! &lt;br /&gt;im not doing what uall think i am doing!! =/ &lt;br /&gt;sigh.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;h8 the feeling of being so alone LoL &lt;br /&gt;lolx.. &lt;br /&gt;wad to do? &lt;br /&gt;rather tired.. &lt;br /&gt;why am i stuck at home when everyones enjoying themselves.. sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;hmm i wonder.. was I like that when i get addicted to a game? haha.. &lt;br /&gt;they seem so =.= &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-8819460124736615821?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8819460124736615821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8819460124736615821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8819460124736615821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8819460124736615821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-some-misunderstandings-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-5010714933091480385</id><published>2009-10-27T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:02:13.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School kickstarted.. assignments starts rolling in.. things start to get busy.. good to keep stuffs off my mind haha.. &lt;br /&gt;lesson on sat ended rather rushed.. i guess.. dun really get it but oh well lolx.. &lt;br /&gt;not a single word since that day also anw..&lt;br /&gt;anw after that went for desmond's bday party and the theme was hat!! everyone needed to wear 1 :p lucky me got 1 last min with xy hehe.. daddy let me drive his car as sis was in m'sia.. whee the car is nice to drive.. cept that had to be more careful thus more stressful driving it :p &lt;br /&gt;*p.s. the only thing was that at least half of the ppl there were either attached or brought their partners along =.=! making us singles seem weird :p LOLX*&lt;br /&gt;well..other than that nothing much happened i guess.. &lt;br /&gt;Mar.. as much as i can tell u my opinions on what shd b done, I myself cant seem to follow them haha.. anws good luck to both of u :p &lt;br /&gt;im tired.. lol nitez everyone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5010714933091480385?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5010714933091480385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5010714933091480385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5010714933091480385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5010714933091480385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-kickstarted.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-7701583227455082448</id><published>2009-10-20T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:04:44.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really dunno what ur thinking.. u give me hope only to take it away from me again..&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to be this way..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;whats so bad that u cant tell me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 5 months.. u asked me not to wait is it because u knew all along this would happen? &lt;br /&gt;even IF u do leave him i dont think i will be the one u will choose right? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-7701583227455082448?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/7701583227455082448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=7701583227455082448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7701583227455082448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7701583227455082448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-dunno-what-ur-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1487784364086385852</id><published>2009-10-19T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:08:56.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts.. it truly does.. love is just so painful and blind..&lt;br /&gt;i look upon ur relationships with eyes filled with envy.. &lt;br /&gt;(interesting.. envy is a sin)&lt;br /&gt;what can be more blissful than being silly together and laugh together in each others arms.. &lt;br /&gt;u wonder why are u the way u are while i wonder why do i always think so much..? and the answer will be the same.. its because u are u and i am me.. i guess thats some of the things that divides each and everyone of us.. ? to u im probably just like any other out there.. &lt;br /&gt;tho i refuse to believe her, what my friend says is probably true..to an extent..  noone is special in anyones life.. special enough to change them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. loving is like having a broken pair of ribs, it looks fine on the outside...but every breath that you take..HURTS&lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1487784364086385852?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1487784364086385852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1487784364086385852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1487784364086385852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1487784364086385852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1511553303938718510</id><published>2009-10-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:19:48.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from msia.. the trip was fine.. sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;the spark is still there.. and the movie is 500 days of summer.. sigh.. go watch it.. tho its not e best but still watchable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1511553303938718510?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1511553303938718510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1511553303938718510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1511553303938718510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1511553303938718510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-came-back-from-msia.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1631887229199866889</id><published>2009-10-14T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:17:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGqciSysmsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGqciSysmsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny video.. rihanna ~! umbrella!! LoL!&lt;br /&gt;and haf a look at this!! pck imitate ris&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=155847958420&amp;ref=nf&lt;br /&gt;wahh today super drama in CPTC!! and all i can say is NYP sarks. and the security guard sarks... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;mar ah!!! learn to let go!! or at the very least start accepting right from the beginning again.. =)) might help u noe hehe..&lt;br /&gt;today.. movie.. reminds me of someone... sigh.. lol.. got pissed after the movie.. so everything that goes wrong blame the guy for being stupid and the girl has nothing to do with it lah..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love works in magical ways but never be fooled by the promise of forever. There will come a time when the spark will die and when that time comes, we must learn to let go no matter how painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1631887229199866889?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1631887229199866889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1631887229199866889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1631887229199866889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1631887229199866889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6320897298519516352</id><published>2009-10-13T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:14:16.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHIFT WORK ENDED!! FINALLY!!! blehx now haf to study for wed exam.. finals.. &lt;br /&gt;lol.. well.. tho tiring it was quite resonably fun bah.. jus that shift work probably wil cause me to gain weight as when theres nothing to do, we eat to keep awake.. lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i think this applies to alot alot alot of people out there be it which side is it... "Funny how everyone thinks that making promises will somehow help. In the end it will only hurt you more when they break them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6320897298519516352?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6320897298519516352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6320897298519516352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6320897298519516352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6320897298519516352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/shift-work-ended-finally-blehx-now-haf.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-9133596031639169585</id><published>2009-10-08T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:38:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In life we strive for many dreams and desires but the greatest goal to achieve in life, is to feel healthily unconditional love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LoL~ shift work sarks to the max hehe~ work work 12 hours.. even tho its easy to get used to.. it still is not enjoyable... lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to essential brew in holland V (mar intro-ed the place) lol the floral tea is nice =)) love teaaa~ haha... went with minjie kit vivien siti.. hehe.. TCSS till around 11+ then go home.. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully can change car soon.. mkt ytd dropped again blehx!!! gotta keep closer watch LoL&lt;br /&gt;anw good to see that mar~ u2 are doing better!! jiayous~ u haf my fullest support!! =))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is quite cool~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wk5z-kVC90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9wk5z-kVC90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-9133596031639169585?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/9133596031639169585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=9133596031639169585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/9133596031639169585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/9133596031639169585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-life-we-strive-for-many-dreams-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-2101458659359351172</id><published>2009-10-06T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:57:45.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iguess its time?</title><content type='html'>Its been long since I really put my link on my email haha.. bet everyones forgot about it :P should be frequenting more bah.. cept that I am lazy uploading fotos so its all words boring!! to be read before sleeping :p &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love can make you happy but often times it hurts, but love is only special when you give it to who it’s worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2101458659359351172?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2101458659359351172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=2101458659359351172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2101458659359351172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2101458659359351172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/iguess-its-time.html' title='Iguess its time?'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-7513598401089604894</id><published>2009-10-04T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:32:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)))</title><content type='html'>whee mooncake festival was fun~! ^^ went to some karaoke place in cdans for some singing session omg lahh they selected some really oldold songs in chi and eng and even canto... ^^ then had to leave ard half an hour early to get to chong pang seafood restaurant at bukit timah luckily sis got off early so i can use the car hehe.. dragged xy there too ^^ &lt;br /&gt;The food wasnt too bad.. its abit like soul garden cept that there more variety and no aircon =P had abit of TCSS gossiping teasing lol.. introduced xy to them.. &lt;br /&gt;hurr after that ard 1015 (we reached at 730) we left the place and everyone came over.. and the guys went to prepare the "performance" for xy which they promised to do haha~~ funny quite cool they danced sorry sorry for her =Pp the day ended with me sending amelia and xy back and the guys stayed overnight hehe... fun day ^^ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-7513598401089604894?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/7513598401089604894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=7513598401089604894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7513598401089604894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/7513598401089604894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='=)))'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-820959877262443634</id><published>2009-09-12T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:34:51.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>how would life be like if nobody expects anything of you?? how much is too much and how little is too little haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-820959877262443634?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/820959877262443634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=820959877262443634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/820959877262443634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/820959877262443634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1563562433432047714</id><published>2009-07-26T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:09:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ!!</title><content type='html'>well tho I had a bbq not too long ago but todays one was umm unique in its way lol.. YY got a cookbook from the library and tried afew new recipes.. tho it wasnt cheap but yup its nice lolx chocolate~ tho didnt haf much if that.. but yup its nice.. sambal sotong~~ omg loved it.. sometimes i wonder how did my maid learn so many many things in such a short period of time.. including cooking of sambal balachan.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CELEST AND DES IF U C THIS!! &lt;br /&gt;U2 LOVEY DOVEY AT THE BACK OF THE CAR AND DUNWAN COME INFRONT..!! &lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME A chauffeur!!.. blehx! dont do that ever again or i wont drive u2 around anymore..! b more zi dong pls~!. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mood hasnt been too good as usual.. esp after tt day.. blehx.. &lt;br /&gt;giving false hope only to dash it in the end.. all efforts wasted..&lt;br /&gt;planned for so long.. learn for so long.. only to go down the drain..&lt;br /&gt;nvm.. this is a learning experience.. nex time can do it in a&lt;br /&gt;much shorter period of time hehe~ thanks anw to all who helped.. &lt;br /&gt;including u2 Mar &amp; Khim~ :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BTW!! WHO SAYS GUYS CANT BLOG!! SEE EVEN WK BLOGS!! BLEHX! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1563562433432047714?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1563562433432047714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1563562433432047714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1563562433432047714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1563562433432047714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/07/bbq.html' title='BBQ!!'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6730486405755745183</id><published>2009-07-17T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:55:50.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh..</title><content type='html'>Us..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Things between us happened all in a flash..&lt;br /&gt;Are these feelings true..? &lt;br /&gt;Its like a fairytale.. with princes and princesses..&lt;br /&gt;Its like a dream... &lt;br /&gt;Yet it feels so real... &lt;br /&gt;Everything.. The touch.. The hugs.. The kisses.. The words..&lt;br /&gt;So blissful yet so heart wrenching.. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow.. It feels like its a dream which never should have started.. &lt;br /&gt;Is there a future..? &lt;br /&gt;Should I let go?...&lt;br /&gt;Should I follow my heart or should I follow my brain..?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when I needed you the most...?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Im tired.. tired of everything... im feeling numb to the emotional pain which affected me so badly the last few weeks.. its time to recuperate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6730486405755745183?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6730486405755745183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6730486405755745183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6730486405755745183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6730486405755745183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='sigh..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4661869669999052325</id><published>2009-07-14T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:27:49.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alrite..</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i last blogged... &lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened to me recently.. really depressing&lt;br /&gt;stuffs.. wounds keep coming one after another..no time to heal..&lt;br /&gt;so stressed up that I feel like i might have a mental breakdown very soon..&lt;br /&gt;I'm very super duper thankful to have friends nobody can &lt;br /&gt;replace them.. at all.. ppl like YY and XY who accompanied me and&lt;br /&gt; listened to my rantings during this period..&lt;br /&gt;they can become counsellers sooner or later liao lol.. no nid cert..&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming out with me even though uall had work the next day...&lt;br /&gt;without them i would probably just umm needed to be sent to the &lt;br /&gt;hougang chalet aka IMH... &lt;br /&gt;Please.. let everything end.. I want everything to end.. the pain the suffering.. everything.. what have I done to deserve this fate.. &lt;br /&gt;this is horrible.. worse than then.. &lt;br /&gt;so many problems to be solved.. presentation is coming too.. where do i find the strength and mood to start on it.. report of 5k words.. presentation solo 15 mins.. slides.. sigh.. maybe des is right.. maybe i should just concentrate on one problem at a time and dun care about others.. prioritize the problem.. give it a dateline.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;stressed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4661869669999052325?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4661869669999052325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4661869669999052325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4661869669999052325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4661869669999052325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/07/alrite.html' title='alrite..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1587659193229638144</id><published>2009-02-17T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:26:30.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long... Realizations...</title><content type='html'>Sigh so many many things happened from the last post up till now.. comparing lastime during year 1 till start of year 2 and now.. its like i've become distant with alot alot of people..  probably its true that you cant be close to everyone at the same time.. Some of my classmates whom i was close with seem very distant.. now i dun even know anything that happens around them.. terrible.. Time? best medicine? crap load of words..  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After so long never blog now come back really dunno where to start what to type.. am sick now blehx.. I now only look forward to piano and end of poly.. somehow as much as i dun wan it to end so fast, I want it to end asap...  have no idea whats going on in my mind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan passed away.. not very sure of the details but his cremation was today... I only know that he has a blood clot in his brain which caused him to become brain dead =/ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lifes unpredictable..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1587659193229638144?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1587659193229638144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1587659193229638144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1587659193229638144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1587659193229638144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-so-long-realizations.html' title='After so long... Realizations...'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4095734476518254964</id><published>2008-11-07T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:24:10.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright..</title><content type='html'>Decided to continue posting and blogging lol jus changed my skin.. well dun really like it but o well lazy find more haha.. lots of things happened these few weeks after school reopened.. School work this sem is soo math based its scary.. hopefully i can understand them.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These 2 weeks many many thoughts ran through my mind...Sleepless nights? haha.. owell.. 习惯就好.. Gotta start afresh and its about time to stop thinking so much and start doing my work.. projects due lab work undone blah blah blah.. sucks.. i wanna go fishing 2 weeks later.. so must finish up all my work before then..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20th of nov is my TP test.. hopefully I can pass it then dun nid bother about squeezing in the buses or MRT haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wish..invitation? joke. things gettin worse? i think so.. further apart? probably.. living behind a mask?&lt;br /&gt;and hor.. I realized alot of things cannot type here =.=!&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4095734476518254964?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4095734476518254964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4095734476518254964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4095734476518254964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4095734476518254964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright.html' title='Alright..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3993448775499700016</id><published>2008-10-04T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:03:27.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright</title><content type='html'>my 100th post.,, hvnt been updating.. been quite bz... anw been sleeping at 5-6am everyday and its bad.. its as tho im back in german time.. nvm that.. posting wont be very frequent from now on bah.. nothing much to blog about anw.. maybe can even keep it at 100.. nice number =) &lt;br /&gt;JY &lt;br /&gt;Krapie.&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3993448775499700016?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3993448775499700016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3993448775499700016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3993448775499700016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3993448775499700016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright.html' title='Alright'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6641230462241673882</id><published>2008-09-18T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:52:32.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.O</title><content type='html'>Today went for movie with jx cw cf jan.. and we watched mighty princess.. it was omg.. dumb show.. the whole cinema only had 7 people which took up less than a row.. dots... first time see so few people in a cinema.. lol.. the show was more of funny and its in korean.. the color of the subs is white and thus sometimes cannot see clearly lol.. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be going for GL camp liao.. OTC.. somehow i hope I wont regret going for this camp cos I will miss 2 outings... sigh.. why must the outings be organized this week &gt;.&lt; nvm..&lt;br /&gt;gotta wake up at 5am tml so gotta go sleep le.. &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6641230462241673882?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6641230462241673882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6641230462241673882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6641230462241673882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6641230462241673882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo_18.html' title='o.O'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-2257132290812649844</id><published>2008-09-17T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:58:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.O</title><content type='html'>Today tiring.. went for driving lesson in the morning then rushed down to school only to find out that the meeting starts at 3pm =.= i fell asleep till then after helping out in packing lol.. &lt;br /&gt;after the brifing its alr 5+ so had to cab down to bbdc to have my 2nd lesson of the day.. shd nt haf  booked.. stupid instructor this time.. 70$ for a fail in that part is really not worth it..he keep talking so much and wanting to change over wth is wrong with him.. nnb then his bloody leg keep blocking the gear shaft causing me to look over to see whats blocking it and bcos of this he say I keep looking at the gear whn changing gear.. zzz idiot.. &lt;br /&gt;fri A05 got blading.. I cant go.. lol.. going for OTC...&lt;br /&gt;i tot had to organize but apparently no nid haha.. &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2257132290812649844?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2257132290812649844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=2257132290812649844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2257132290812649844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2257132290812649844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo.html' title='o.O'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1131805861229696557</id><published>2008-09-15T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:48:01.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>nothing much. &lt;br /&gt;went fren place then&lt;br /&gt;just went over to IMM to get the earphones and souvenier from xy.. im lyk blind cannot see her de..2 times only when she said sth den I saw lol.. &lt;br /&gt;closed my private blog..&lt;br /&gt;end of that chapter =)&lt;br /&gt;now gotta think of when to organize outings for both classes.. lol &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1131805861229696557?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1131805861229696557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1131805861229696557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1131805861229696557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1131805861229696557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3171689913620793707</id><published>2008-09-14T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:50:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back..</title><content type='html'>finally back from Germany.. &lt;br /&gt;the trip was fun and visited quite afew museums of which the BMW museum was the most spectacular i would say haha.. Beer is like water in germany and everyday they were drinking and drinking and drinking.. too bad I cant drink much.. got stopped so mani mani times.. haha o well its for my own good.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;today is moon cake festival!! &lt;br /&gt;lol mom and dad went over to duno whose place for bbq.&lt;br /&gt;Morning woke up with a splitting headache.. didnt feel well so had 2 sms yy telling her i could not turn up for the marina duck rice.. o well.. den I went back to sleep till 3+pm..  saw 1 missed call from desmond.. was thinking probably its the meetup thing he dunno i not going liao and it was at ard 1+ he called so I didnt call back.. &lt;br /&gt;well I felt well enough liao and went over to wl place for dinner.. steamboat.. so long never eat steamboat liao.. lol we all crowd around the small table eating and as there were not enough utensils, I had 2 use fork and spoon!! omg.. &lt;br /&gt;after dinner, the kiddish us went to play with candles and lanterns haha.. they "danced" and we played stupid games.. like putting out the fire of candles in a row by blowing, kicking, punchng etc haha.. well had a fun time&lt;br /&gt;cant send pics to comp thru bluetooth retarded com nex time then upload ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3171689913620793707?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3171689913620793707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3171689913620793707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3171689913620793707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3171689913620793707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/09/back.html' title='Back..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-8039897437936845057</id><published>2008-08-17T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:30:08.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As thoughts flows through naturally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As thoughts flows through naturally..&lt;br /&gt;many things happened these few days..&lt;br /&gt;from conflicts within the class to exams..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my emat paper.. to me it was do-able...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i had enough sleep.. around 4 hours each day would suffice for me.. its alot better&lt;br /&gt;than having no sleep at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what to say here..&lt;br /&gt;thoughts flow through my mind.. so much yet none can be put down in words as they come and go very fast.. and those that are remembered will be put down in private blogs..&lt;br /&gt;JY&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/5919580309258042151-8039897437936845057?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8039897437936845057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8039897437936845057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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center;"&gt;Thoughts run through my mind very the often.... i think it would be the same for everyone out there? its only whether we say it out or not..&lt;br /&gt;This thought came to me quite often.. and my friend asked me this too..&lt;br /&gt;we often say that our secondary school friends are the best.. they really know what you are thinking.. they really are people who can keep your secrets.. they really are those whom you can tan xing shi with.. however.. is it because of this thought so we do not accept those others who really want to be part of your group of confidants? is it because of this thought so we will see others as Just Friends? lets say that your current classmates and your secondary school friends swapped positions and now your secondary school friends are your poly friends and poly friends are your secondary school friends.. would you still say your secondary school friends are the best? if so wont it be because of the time spent together and a major switch of environment causes us to be more on guard? harder to accept and confide in your new batch of friends?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really want people to share but its probably this mindset that sets the barrier between us..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;JY&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/5919580309258042151-8715095791627255186?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/8715095791627255186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=8715095791627255186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8715095791627255186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/8715095791627255186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-i-thought.html' title='As I thought..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4061253350844000652</id><published>2008-08-11T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:18:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;夫妻本是同林&lt;em&gt;鸟&lt;/em&gt;,大难临头个自飞&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation :&lt;br /&gt;a couple is like birds in a forest, they fly in different directions when there is danger&lt;br /&gt;It actually might have meant:&lt;br /&gt;Together when times are good, divided when times are bad&lt;br /&gt;Is the phrase true?&lt;br /&gt;dunno..&lt;br /&gt;probably is to a certain extent and to certain people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5919580309258042151-4061253350844000652?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4061253350844000652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4061253350844000652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4061253350844000652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4061253350844000652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-thought.html' title='another thought'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3378948528370171892</id><published>2008-08-11T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:01:52.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it work like that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selfishness&lt;/b&gt; denotes the precedence given in thought or deed to the self. - wiki&lt;br /&gt;and definition from dictionary.com is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Devoted to or caring only for oneself, concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others&lt;br /&gt;2. Characterized by or manifesting concern or care only for oneself : selfish motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones selfish right? 人不为己天诛地灭so..&lt;br /&gt;Friends help each other because each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;individual enjoys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; helpin each other and having each other's company and so they are selfish by helpin each other so that they feel better?&lt;br /&gt;( its like Ok I feel good helping you so i will help ).&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;and from another angle, they can become friends because they truly care for one another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most social welfare workers and volunteers do their part in helping others because they pity them and feel sad for them and in order to get rid of that feeling, they go and help the others and its not to really love and show care and concern for them thus they are selfish? yes.&lt;br /&gt;And from another angle, there might really be people who can show love and really care for alot of people at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is about to get into an accident for example an overhead metal bar is hanging precariously above someone's head people will save that someone and this is because they do not want to be traumatized by the scene for life. and its not to really show concern.  so thats selfishness? yes.&lt;br /&gt;however there are people who can easily get influenced to show genuine care for a person offhand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say that if a limp stranger tells you another stranger is getting beaten away and you are the only one who can help but you will have to travel quite a distance to get to the scene. lets say you do go help.. This is because you do not want to feel guilty if the person dies or gets seriously injured if you could help. so this is selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. nobody can judge if the person is selfish or not.. only you know yourself.. sometimes a guy might say hes selfish in certain areas and this is just to maintain his ego.. in actual fact he is not..&lt;br /&gt;and yet some people might say someone is not selfish at all and this is to save his own face.. yes he is selfish but only in the area of not wanting to look bad.. whereas in other aspects maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;everyone is selfish that is true but does not apply to every aspect of an individual..&lt;br /&gt;its all in the mind...&lt;br /&gt;thats why people can only judge an act and not the person.. so its easier to say "that was a selfish act" than "he is a selfish person"&lt;br /&gt;人心难测。。。 The hardest thing to do on earth is probably to read another person's mind.. and yet if you are really able to, you might go mad with the amount of thoughts that could run through a single brain at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some things I thought about during the sleepless nights..&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3378948528370171892?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3378948528370171892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3378948528370171892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3378948528370171892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3378948528370171892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-it-work-like-that.html' title='Does it work like that?'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3549671692373010804</id><published>2008-08-09T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:55:45.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyones like that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today went to watch money no enough 2.. quite a nice show i find.. altho abit the long lol.. i rem alot of ppl were laughing when I was thinking alot about some parts..&lt;br /&gt;I guess when we are old.. we will become like that.. it will feel terrible to become a burden to everyone.. and yet you wont want them to dun care about you.. especially if they are your kids and family.. after giving so much of love, care and concern to everyone.. they will in the end just find you a burden when you are old sickly and are barely able to move.. this is the hard fact the terrible truth of life..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will be better to be lonely and never experience the love of bringing up a family only to be taken as a burden next time..&lt;br /&gt;but some would say that to live life to the fullest we must experience everything from love to sadness and loneliness.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a movie..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;pool was fun too&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-5919580309258042151.post-1084365624233696261</id><published>2008-08-09T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:42:43.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THOUGHTS OF YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Author: Thomas E. Napper  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking about you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I do that a lot it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're always in my heart by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at night you drift into my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot shake these feelings for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then I'd never had a desire to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The blessing of our love and friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is something I want to share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to feel you near me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you're so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you feel me in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as you travel your path today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Footprints in the sands of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;walking closer towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holding hands and sharing love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;which will not be meant for another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are some of the memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that come with thoughts of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These feelings are from my very heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and something you can hold as true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was lookin through the webs and this was was i saw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just posting =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy national day everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the only 08/08/08 we can have in a lifetime =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yet it has to fall on lunar 7th month =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nex time would me 09/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1084365624233696261?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1084365624233696261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1084365624233696261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1084365624233696261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1084365624233696261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-of-you.html' title='Thoughts Of You'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4933645255687424650</id><published>2008-08-09T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:33:19.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>well happy go lucky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4933645255687424650?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4933645255687424650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>As i looked.. as i read..</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went through afew of my friends blogs today.. reading through how they went through their lives up till now.. everyone has their own set of problems... their own set of lives to live.. although 1 and a half years is not really a long time.. but its not short either.. everyone more or less changed.. some becoming more mature and some more outspoken.. yes I do have problems..but as I compare these to the other things others written, it feels so small.. although there is no actual scale to how large a problem is... it all depends on each individual.. like some people can think that woo-ing someone is a major problem while there are people who changes every day.. just a comparison..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.. I also feel that our class has drifted away... each into their own set of lives.. well this cant be helped.. as we are in different schools now.. it now all depends on whether we would make the effort to come down for gatherings when anyone organized them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3202289961456362204?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3202289961456362204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3202289961456362204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3202289961456362204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3202289961456362204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-i-looked-as-i-read.html' title='As i looked.. as i read..'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3366680190036195754</id><published>2008-08-03T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:15:32.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CW WL ZX BAO came over today to do work.. we played abit and worked abit .. had a good time.. theres this mail which I recieved before and it was sent to me again today.. if anyone did buy the book would you please send me a copy? its like only available from online and its not sold in bookstores.. =/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm&lt;br /&gt;i bet quite a number of you ppl already read this story.. but heres the link.&lt;br /&gt;its about A Sad Singapore Junior College Love Story&lt;br /&gt;man..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;somehow..&lt;br /&gt;will that time be the right time?&lt;br /&gt;what should be said and what should not?&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/5919580309258042151-3366680190036195754?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3366680190036195754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3366680190036195754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3366680190036195754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3366680190036195754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/today_03.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-5139288959151447304</id><published>2008-08-01T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:41:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!!</title><content type='html'>YY and I went to school and she went for her CCT. I went to find  PF and the group in LSCT and we more or less finished the report.. we were like.. dun care le la copy and paste la lol.. after awhile, I went down to canteen 1 to meet Xiao Yuan and Kit. Xiao Yuan had a fever so she ate mostly vegetables from the "yong tau foo" stall.. tho shes sick, she wanted cold drinks.. so made her share with kit so she wont drink so much. plain water would be a better choice.. anw we went to tphm and met the others.. Celest, Rachelle and the guys.. and jus nice ms mya was going for her meeting so had to wait around an hour for her.. during that hour, calvin they all asked me go over to "o ya pei ya som" to see who shall be the one tht will collate... o well expected.. im "the one"!! haha.. after mya came, everyone went to 1 room and listened to her teach tutorials 7 8 and 9.. Xiao Yuan left halfway because she was sick and could not continue anymore.. and being the blur her, she left her jeans in the room.. so she got kit to help her bring back anw after she left ms mya continued for awhile and taught us diffusion thingy.. well I gained abit from that just nid 2 practice.. after that rachelle still wanted to continue.. but we didnt want to cos need to digest all the information.. we are humans not robots lol..&lt;br /&gt;xy ah must see doctor, take medicine, rest and take care..!! alot stress these 2 weeks.. and 1st exam is exactly 2 weeks from now.. yes.. next next friday.. no more junk foods~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5139288959151447304?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5139288959151447304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5139288959151447304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5139288959151447304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5139288959151447304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today!!'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-2804587002227029588</id><published>2008-07-29T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:17:12.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today test!!</title><content type='html'>wow today had anchem test.. it went better than expected.. hopefully can get an A this time.. well.. tml cel test gg la noe nuts about it.. yet i told so mani ppl tht its ez de la no problem jus read thru the lab manual can liao.. (Desmond's words).. haha well wad to do? now conferencing with vivien and celest.. abit distracted.. lol theese days keep listenin to oldies.. and some new songs. haha well say lyk never say haha=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over you by chris daughtry and now and forever by richard marx are nice songs =) 1 of which is in my playlist in blog go listen!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-2804587002227029588?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/2804587002227029588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=2804587002227029588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2804587002227029588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/2804587002227029588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-test.html' title='today test!!'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-4163047016828118584</id><published>2008-07-25T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:51:21.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day I relieved my stress</title><content type='html'>Today is quite fun.. altho last night I only slept around 3 to 4 hours.. today me went to sch at 10 and zk told me mya dunwan ans her fone.. so had to wait till 12 before she answered and after askin our qn we went on to allocate work!! zomg never did like work well who likes haha then we rushed our cel report.. zomg tht was bad too o well after tht i rushed back to bring loki to chinese garden.. sis's fren drove me there =)=) anw waited for xy and vivien.. both late + im early = i wait quite long haha!! well xy ran here frm her hse and vivien is err usually late =p=p we went and ran round chinese garden then ran to xy hse to slack awhile =.= we became the next few "collection" to be added into her list of people from poly who saw her room haha!! zomg anw we then came downstairs as shes afraid her mom would see loki in the hse so we went down to slack and chat =p we went to her fren Janice to get my hair cut after eating duck rice haha!! Janice quite a funny person lol.. well xy kept complaining she wants to go home pei her mummy eat dinner ( or rather shes complaining shes hungry ) =p well after the cut we went back to her block there and she walked us to dunno where and we ran off from there wahahaha ran home from jurong.. quite fun =)&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;Krapie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-4163047016828118584?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/4163047016828118584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=4163047016828118584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4163047016828118584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/4163047016828118584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-i-relieved-my-stress.html' title='a day I relieved my stress'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-1287139504235780757</id><published>2008-07-17T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:03:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I can be like some of my friends.. single all theway and yet are so carefree.. no stress =/ maybe its just in the mind.. if you want yourself to be happy u will be and vice versa.. or probably it dosent work that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-1287139504235780757?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/1287139504235780757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=1287139504235780757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1287139504235780757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/1287139504235780757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-wish-i-can-be-like-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6531022960914978217</id><published>2008-07-16T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:08:31.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i wonder</title><content type='html'>Last night cannot sleep tonight cannot sleep whats wrong with meeeeeeeeee??? =.= as usual many many thoughts ran through my mind.. well.. its said that the fastest thing on earth comparable to light is a thought.. duno y am i so random but ya..&lt;br /&gt;many thingsssss sigh.........&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;helppp&lt;br /&gt;Looks are just like the autumn trees.. they grow nice and fresh green leaves changing to rich orange-brown and finally fall off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-6531022960914978217?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6531022960914978217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6531022960914978217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6531022960914978217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6531022960914978217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-i-wonder.html' title='as i wonder'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-5057749684981975601</id><published>2008-07-09T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:51:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>sigh............. this will be the last year our class will be together liao... haiz......... how I wish this is not true but.. altho I mite nt like it but this is life.. there are many many things I would like to do but the time is so limited.. less than 1 year.. we will be going for our attachments for 6 months.. everyone will be split and sent to different companies to work.. sigh.. maybe this is better maybe this is how it should be so that on the last day, parting wont be so painful.. but.. but.. however.. =/&lt;br /&gt;hate myself for being like this but I just cant help it.. the bond with the class is jus so strong to me...&lt;br /&gt; dunno what the others think but well... haiz.. I should just try and accept the fact accept reality and move on.. haiz.. as i said this 2 months are nt good months.. =/ JIE YU SNAP OUT OF IT!!! how I wish i could =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-5057749684981975601?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/5057749684981975601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=5057749684981975601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5057749684981975601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/5057749684981975601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/07/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-6579862921374421205</id><published>2008-07-07T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:24:35.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;havent been blogging in this blog for ages.. been updatin private one tho lol...  well finally came down to blogging on this blog... and realized i have nothing much to say except for my results.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well my results are quite bad compared to the rest of the class... especially for TPHM.. the average in the class is around 80 marks and i only got a 51.5 which is = D =/ so mani mani ppl got A lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the rest were nt too good either like OHS got 59 = D+ ENV 70% = B anchem 67% = C+ EMAT 72% = B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well.. what to do? i am never a studious type of person.. never did like studying at all even in my secondary school days.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well I&amp;amp;E is also over finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh well stopping here also... its 12:23 am already... gotta sleep tml gotta wake up earli..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This idiot likes that dumb girl but this idiot does not know how to express it how idiotic can this idiot be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;JY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/5919580309258042151-6579862921374421205?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/6579862921374421205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=6579862921374421205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6579862921374421205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/6579862921374421205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/07/wows.html' title='wows'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3337910026756025011</id><published>2008-06-22T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:43:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrowww!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day school reopens..boring.. but get to see everyone again. =) so im nt complaining =p anw so mani stuff not done esp the presentation for PBL.. sigh startin tml gotta chiong again. well.. enuff of rotting at home already.. 2 weeks rest is probably more then enough even more I think i will be fossilized already..&lt;br /&gt;the past week was quite dry except for the few times going out with friends.. finally went to make my specs and got my camera back =) and the sad thing is that I was busy on both wednesdays... so didnt go for GLs... man I really want to see how are the freshies.. the worse thing is that next wednesday I again cannot go for GLs as I have my BTT on that day.. sigh 3 weeks already str8..&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think if i should change course.. as im nt really doin well in this course.. but come to think of it, im the lazy bum who dosent want to study hard..  gettin my this shitty results now... and I also cannot bear to part with my classmates ba..  oh well its just me i should work harder.. altho this is wad I always tell myself...&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will depend on tues now.. probably too bz again ba? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3337910026756025011?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3337910026756025011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3337910026756025011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3337910026756025011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3337910026756025011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrowww.html' title='Tomorrowww!!'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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-5919580309258042151.post-3954445510820267676</id><published>2008-06-10T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:39:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR!111</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAD day!! the day is almost ending and yet at the last minute before going to sleep I got a scolding from MOM wth... She says I am never downstairs, never helping them always only doin my own stuff work and game... I spend so much of her hard earned money and I do not do anything to help them. do i think that money is easy to earn?? =/ e.g. my camera. she said she allowed me to buy a camera but i left it at the service shop for 10 months.. actually.. did i want that? Of course if I could collect it earlier without paying, I would have done so already.. no nid wait untill now then I collect mah.. well.. duno wads gotten into her.. so suddenly called up to scold me them told me to think about it before hanging up -_- whole conversaion I barely said a full sentence only thing I said was.. what did i do? which was not answered =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STILL DUNNO WHY I GOT SCOLDED PLS ENLIGHTEN ME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a day ruined jus liddat =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after typpin it out it feels a little better.. jus a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5919580309258042151-3954445510820267676?l=krapie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/feeds/3954445510820267676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5919580309258042151&amp;postID=3954445510820267676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3954445510820267676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5919580309258042151/posts/default/3954445510820267676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krapie.blogspot.com/2008/06/roar111.html' title='ROAR!111'/><author><name>Krapie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15240441360482324700</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>
